The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed

As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is by politeness sharpest set; Their want of edge from their offence is seen, Both pain us least when exquisitely keen.

Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

The person of wisdom is the person of years.

Tis immortality, 'tis that alone, Amid life's pains, abasements, emptiness, The soul can comfort, elevate, and fill. That only, and that amply this performs.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.