In truth it is best to learn wisdom, and abandoning all nonsense, to leave it to boys to enjoy their season of play and mirth.
However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.
The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.
There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
Never without a shilling in my purse.