Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation