Life is a jest, and All things show it; I thought so once, But now I know it.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
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 head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.
Pride is to the character, like the attic to the house the highest part, and generally the most empty.
Pride is increased by ignorance; those assume the most who know the least.
Love, then, hath every bliss in store; ‘Tis friendship, and ’tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live.
Nor love, nor honour, wealth nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost, be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse.