How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, O, teach my heart To find that better way!

In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.

To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise.

A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, is more than armies to the public weal.