Age and want sit smiling at the gate.

Whenever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man.

And empty heads console with empty sound.

Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.

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

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.