A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

Honor and shame from no condition rise. Act well your part: there all the honor lies.

False happiness is like false money; it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat.

Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.