Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

They most the world enjoy who least admire.

Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.