Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Virtue without success is a fair picture shown by an ill light; but lucky men are favorites of heaven; all own the chief, when fortune owns the cause.

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.