Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour? What tho' we wade in Wealth, or soar in Fame? Earth's highest station ends in 'Here he lies;' and 'Dust to dust' concludes the noblest songs.

Wishing of all employments is the worst

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.