If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?

Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, "That all men are about to live."

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

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.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

A foe to God ne'er was true friend to man, Some sinister intent taints all he does.