All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.