This long disease, my life.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

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

That character in conversation which commonly passes for agreeable is made up of civility and falsehood.

He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.