Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Nothing but what astonishes is true.

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

Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.