Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

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.

Midway from Nothing to the Deity!

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.