Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.