Beauties In Vain Their Pretty Eyes May

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.

Worth Makes The Man, And Want Of It The Fellow; The Rest Is All But Leather And Prunello.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Fame Can Never Make Us Lie Down Contentedly On A Deathbed.