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

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

Truth never was indebted to a lie

O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!