Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.