When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien As to be hated needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.

Praise undeserved, is satire in disguise.

But if you'll prosper, mark what I advise, Whom age, and long experience render wise.