Among the writers of all ages, some deserve fame, and have it; others neither have nor deserve it; some have it, not deserving it; others, though deserving it, yet totally miss it, or have it not equal to their deserts.

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.

These evils I deserve, and more . . . . Justly, yet despair not of his final pardon, Whose ear is ever open, and his eye Gracious to re-admit the suppliant.

Boast not of what thou would'st have done, but do.

Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.