To our own sorrows serious heed we give, But for another?s we soon cease to grieve.
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.
Sweet is war to those who know it not.
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.