Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant Never.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass The Days Of Life's Short Measure, From The Slow One Counsel Take, But A Tool Of Him Ne'er Make; Ne'er As Friend The Swift One Know, Nor The Constant One As Foe.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.