Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.

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.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

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

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.