The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.