Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

I begin where most people end, with a full conviction of the emptiness of all sorts of ambition, and the unsatisfactory nature of all human pleasures.

The zeal of fools offends at any time.

Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.