An honest man's the noblest work of God.

Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.

Good God! how often are we to die before we go quite off this stage? In every friend we lose a part of ourselves, and the best part.

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

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.