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.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

They most the world enjoy who least admire.

'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.