If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.
Time elaborately thrown away.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.