All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

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

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.