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.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Truth never was indebted to a lie
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.