Live now; be damn'd hereafter.

Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.

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.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

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