Beware the fury of a patient man.
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.