Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.

Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.