Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Riches cannot rescue from the grave, which claims alike the monarch and the slave.

Such subtle Covenants shall be made,Till Peace it self is War in Masquerade.

Repentance is but want of power to sin.