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.

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

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

He sins against this life, who slights the next.

Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?