God the first garden made and the first city Cain.
What shall I do to be for ever known,And make the age to come my own?
May I a small house and large garden have;And a few friends,And many books, both true.
A mighty pain to love it is and 'tis a pain that pain to miss but of all pains the greatest pain it is to love but love in vain.
This only grant me that my means may lie too low for envy for contempt too high.
Hope! of all ills that men endure The only cheap and universal cure.
Acquaintance I would have but when it depends not on the number but the choice of friends.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
Gold begets in brethren hate Gold in families debate Gold does friendship separate Gold does civil wars create.
Hope! Of all the ills that men endure the only cheap and universal cure.
But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.
The world's a scene of changes and to be constant in nature is inconstancy.
Enjoy the present hour Be thankful for the past And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
The present is an eternal now.