Here is a fine field for talent.

Nature has given the opportunity of happiness to all, knew they but how to use it.

Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.

Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.

Death renders all equal.

Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.

Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.