Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.