Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

Prayer ardent opens heaven.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.