Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

Keep Up Appearances; There Lies The Test. The World Will Give Thee Credit For The Rest.

No Tribute Is Laid On Castles In The Air.

Though Folly, Robed In Purple, Shines, Though Vice Exhausts Peruvian Mines, Yet Shall They Tremble And Turn Pale When Satire Wields Her Mighty Flail.

Childhood, Who Like An April Morn Appears, Sunshine And Rain, Hopes Clouded O'er With Fears.

He Hurts Me Most Who Lavishly Commends.