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

The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,- His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

At ev'ry word a reputation dies.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

Dogs, ye have had your day!