A land of levity is a land of guilt.

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

Less base the fear of death than fear of life.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.

We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.