The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
The present is an eternal now.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
The monster London laugh at me.
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.