Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.

As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.

By all means use some time to be alone.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

A friend is worth all hazards we can run.