Anger is a short madness.

Busy not yourself in looking forward to the events of to-morrow; but whatever may be those of the days Providence may yet assign you neglect not to turn them to advantage.

Be brief, that the mind may catch thy precepts, and the more easily retain them.

Glory drags all men along, low as well as high, bound captive at the wheels of her glittering car.

Change but the name, and you are the subject of the story.

Drive Nature out with a pitchfork, yet she hurries back, And will burst through your foolish contempt, triumphant.

Mighty to inspire new hopes, and able to drown the bitterness of cares.