The Wretched Have No Friends.

Even Kings But Play; And When Their Part Is Done, Some Other, Worse Or Better, Mounts The Throne.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

A Coward Is The Kindest Animal; 'tis The Most Forgiving Creature In A Fight.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

Prodigious Actions May As Well Be Done, By Weaver's Issue, As The Prince's Son.