Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

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.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.

Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

Our judgments, like our watches, none go just alike, yet each believes his own

Nay, fly to altars; there they'll talk you dead; For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.