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

Wise wretch! With pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.

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

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.

Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.

Sickness is a sort of early old age it teaches us a diffidence in our earthly state.