The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
They live too long who happiness outlive.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.