Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Praise, more divine than prayer; prayer points our ready path to heaven; praise is already there.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.