Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.

Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.

The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712) -Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Stanza 1.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!