We may see the small value God has for riches, by the people he gives them to.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please, With too much spirit to be e'er at ease, With too much quickness ever to be taught, With too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
All nature's diff'rence keeps all nature's peace.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.