To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.