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 love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.

All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.