For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
Wit and judgment often are at strife.
Oft, as in airy rings they skim the heath, The clamtrous lapwings feel the leaden death; Oft, as the mounting larks their notes prepare They fall, and leave their little lives in air.
He who serves his brother best gets nearer God than all the rest.
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
Sickness is a sort of early old age; it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.