Friendship’s the wine of life: but friendship new… is neither strong nor pure.
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Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
The man that makes a character, makes foes.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.