Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.

There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of their own influence, importance or worth.

I've known my lady (for she loves a tune) For fevers take an opera in June: And, though perhaps you'll think the practice bold, A midnight park is sov'reign for a cold.

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.