Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

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

Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.