Wealth accumulates, and men decay.

The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

A man's own heart must ever be given to gain that of another.

What we say of a thing that has just come in fashion And that which we do with the dead, Is the name of the honestest man in the nation: What more of a man can be said?

I fancy the character of a poet is in every country the same,--fond of enjoying the present, careless of the future; his conversation that of a man of sense, his actions those of a fool.

Logicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle.