All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.