Force without judgement falls on its own weight.
Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.
There are lessons to be learned from a stupid man.
A pauper in the midst of wealth.
I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
Strength, wanting judgment and policy to rule, overturneth itself.