Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

Truth never was indebted to a lie

One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.

Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.

In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.

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

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.