When I die, I should be ashamed to leave enough to build me a monument if there were a wanting friend above ground. I would enjoy the pleasure of what I give by giving it alive and seeing another enjoy it.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

The only time you run out of chances is when you stop taking them

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.