Wishing of all employments is the worst

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

Man wants little, nor that little long.

We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

A dedication is a wooden leg.