Life is a jest, and All things show it; I thought so once, But no

Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will?

The smallest speck is seen on snow.

Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose.

Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his

Pride is to the character, like the attic to the house the highes

Pride is increased by ignorance; those assume the most who know t

Love, then, hath every bliss in store; ‘Tis friendship, and ’tis

Nor love, nor honour, wealth nor power, Can give the heart a chee

An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse.