Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Railing and praising were his usual themes; and both showed his judgment in extremes. Either over violent or over civil, so everyone to him was either god or devil.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.