The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits

There Is No Study That Is Not Capable Of Delighting Us After A Little Application To It.

Fine Sense And Exalted Sense Are Not Half So Useful As Common Sense. There Are Forty Men Of Wit For One Man Of Sense; And He That Will Carry Nothing About Him But Gold, Will Be Every Day At A Loss For Want Of Readier Change.

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

Be Not The First By Whom The New Are Tried, Nor Yet The Last To Lay The Old Aside.

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.