This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.

A dedication is a wooden leg.