He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The Fright, And A Cold Sweat Trills Down All Over My Limbs, As If I Were Dissolving Into Water.

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.

Ev'n Wit's A Burthen, When It Talks Too Long.