All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.
A volcano may be considered as a cannon of immense size.