What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.

When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.

Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.