One eye on death, and one full fix'd on heaven.
Body and soul, like peevish man and wife, United jar, and yet are loth to part.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
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.