Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

The course of Nature is the art of God.

The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

The man that makes a character, makes foes.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

They only babble who practise not reflection.

Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.

Truth never was indebted to a lie.

Virtue alone has majesty in death.

Wise it is to comprehend the whole.

Wishing of all employments is the worst.

Wonder is involuntary praise.

One to destroy, is murder by the law; and gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; to murder thousands, takes a specious name, 'War's glorious art', and gives immortal fame.