Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew She sparkled, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

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.

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.

Hell is paved with good intentions.