Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.

No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.

Admitting errors clears the score and proves you wiser than before.