“Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.”

Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative. Life is an adventure in forgiveness.

For age but tastes of pleasures youth devours.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

By education most have been misled.

If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, ’tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

Presence of mind and courage in distress, Are more than arrives to procure success?

Nor is the people’s judgment always true: the most may err as grossly as the few.

And plenty makes us poor.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!

For what can power give more than food and drink, To live at ease, and not be bound to think?

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.

All flowers will droop in the absence of the sun that waked their sweets.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.