Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

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

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.