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

[The] public path of life Is dirty.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

Wishing of all employments is the worst