Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

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.

The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.

The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.

Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.