Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
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.