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

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

Friendship's the wine of life.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

Truth never was indebted to a lie