Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.

Why did I write? What sin to me unknown dipped me in ink, my parents , or my own?

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Pride, where wit fails, steps in to our defence, and fills up all the mighty void of sense.