When We Disclaim Praise, It Is Only

Death And The Sun Are Not To Be Looked At Steadily.

We Say Little, When Vanity Does Not Make Us Speak.

Idleness And Fear Keeps Us In The Path Of Duty, But Our Virtue Often Gets The Praise.

The Great Interests Of Man: Air And Light, The Joy Of Having A Body, The Voluptuousness Of Looking.

There Are No Accidents So Unlucky But The Prudent May Draw Some Advantage From Them.