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.

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause.

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

Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.

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

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.