Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

A man of business may talk of philosophy; a man who has none may practice it.

Sure of their qualities and demanding praise, more go to ruined fortunes than are raised.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.