Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.
Affliction is the good man's shining scene; prosperity conceals his brightest ray; as night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.