A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
All men think all men mortal, but themselves.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Wishing of all employments is the worst.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Truth never was indebted to a lie.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
Those who build beneath the stars build too low.
They only babble who practise not reflection.