The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought.
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.