See, a good habit makes a child a man, Whereas a bad one makes a man a beast.

See, the curse of children! In life they keep us frequently in tears, And in the cold grave leave us in pale fears.

Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.

The soul was never put in the body to stand still.

Poor maids have more lovers than husbands.

Physicians are like kings- They brook no contradiction.

How tedious is a guilty conscience!