There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.

Is not absence death to those who love?

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

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