In death a hero, as in life a friend!

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be, few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

There is no study that is not capable of delighting us after a little application to it.

The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.

Age and want sit smiling at the gate.