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.

Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Life's cares are comforts; such by Heav'n design'd; He that hath none must make them, or be wretched.