Honor is but an empty bubble.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

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

No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.

God never made his work for man to mend.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.