When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
[The] public path of life Is dirty.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
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.