We must beat the iron while it is hot, but we may polish it at leisure.

They think too little who talk too much.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Love is love's reward.

Beware the fury of a patient man.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little and who talk too much.