For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.

Few know the use of life before 'tis past.

For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

All habits gather by unseen degrees.

Swift was the race, but short the time to run.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?