Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
None are so busy as the fool and the knave.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.