No man becomes bad all at once.
The abuse of cabmen in a block.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
Have the courage to do something which deserves transportation if you want to be somebody.
Rare is the union of beauty and purity.
But who guards the guardians?