Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

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

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.