Know then this truth, enough for man to know virtue alone is happiness below.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Get place and wealth, if possible with grace; if not, by any means get wealth and place.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.

Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Satan is wiser now than before, and tempts by making rich instead of poor.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read With loads of learned lumber in his head.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

Passions are the gales of life.

Order is heaven's first law.

Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit a man; Simplicity, a child.

Never find fault with the absent.

Like Cato, give his little senate laws, and sit attentive to his own applause.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold; Alike fantastic, if too new, or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.