A dedication is a wooden leg.

Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.