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

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

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

What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?

The qualities all in a bee that we meet, In an epigram never should fail; The body should always be little and sweet, And a sting should be felt in its tail.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.