To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake.

Order is Heaven's first law; and this confessed, some are, and must be, greater than the rest, more rich, more wise; but who infers from hence that such are happier, shocks all common sense. Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.