To Rest, The Cushion And

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.