The Only Thing One Can Do One

Our Collection Of Men Is Very Antique, They Stand In My List Thus: A Man Of Sense, A Little Rusty, A Beau A Good Deal The Worse For Wearing, A Coxcomb Extremely Shattered, A Pretty Gentleman Very Insipid, A Baronet Very Solemn, A Squire Very Fat, A Fop Much Affected, A Barrister Learned In Coke Upon Littleton, But Who Knows Nothing Of `long Ways For Marry As Will', An Heir Apparent, Very Awkward; Which Of These Will Cast A Favourable Eye Upon Me I Don't Know.

The Outrages Of The Powerful, The Insolence Of The Rich, Scorn Of The Proud, And Malice Of The Uncharitable, All Beating Against The Broken Spirit Of The Unfortunate.

The Only Thing One Can Do One Day One Did Not Do The Day Before Is To Die.

I Always Wish To Find Great Virtues Where There Are Great Talents, And To Love What I Admire.

I Endeavor To Drink Deep Of Philosophy, And To Be Wise When I Cannot Be Merry, Easy When I Cannot Be Glad, Content With What Cannot Be Mended, And Patient Where There Is No Redress. The Mighty Can Do No More, And The Wise Seldom Do As Much. ... I Am Resolved To Make The Best Of All Circumstances Around Me, That This Short Life May Not Be Half Lost In Pains ... Between The Periods Of Birth And Burial, I Would Fain Insert A Little Happiness, A Little Pleasure, A Little Peace: To-day Is Ours, Yesterday Is Past, And To-morrow May Never Come.