The purpose firm is equal to the deed

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

Take God from nature, nothing great is left.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom; but he who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it, but carries the burden of age without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish register, and the contempt of mankind. And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.