O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!

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.

Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!

Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.