On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight.

Horace appears in good humor while he censures, and therefore his censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from judgment and not from passion.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Men should press forward, in fame's glorious chase; Nobles look backward, and so lose the race.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.