The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Passions are the gales of life.

Education forms the common mind.

A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship.