Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile - The mind turns fool, before the cheek is dry
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?
One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.