But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.

The secret pleasure of a generous act Is the great mind's great bribe.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.