Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

Nature delights in progress; in advance.