Virtue is her own reward.
Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.
Imitators are but a servile kind of cattle.
Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
And plenty makes us poor.