At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.

A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

Man maketh a death which Nature never made.

Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.