And make each day a critic on the last.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice - A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

He best can paint them who shall feel them most.