Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.

Wishing of all employments is the worst

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

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.

Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.