The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

To be angry is to revenge the faults of others on ourselves.

There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.

Trust not yourself, but your defects to know, make use of every friend and every foe.

The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.

Beauty draws us with a single hair.