The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.
Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.
The best things beyond their measure cloy.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.
I'll teach you to laugh at something that's funny!