Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.