Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

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.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry