Do not expect to arrive at certainty in every subject which you pursue. There are a hundred things wherein we mortals. . . must be content with probability, where our best light and reasoning will reach no farther.

Learn good-humor, never to oppose without just reason; abate some degree of pride and moroseness.

Thoughts, like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings

There's no repentance in the grave.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.

Fancy and humour, early and constantly indulged in, may expect an old age overrun with follies.