Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.

Since a true knowledge of nature gives us pleasure, a lively imitation of it, either in poetry or painting, must produce a much greater; for both these arts are not only true imitations of nature, but of the best nature.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

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

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.