Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.