The present is an eternal now.
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
The world's a scene of changes.
Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.