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.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Merit challenges envy.

The sooner you treat your son as a man, the sooner he will be one.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.