Some praise at morning what they blame at night, but always think the last opinion right.

I am satisfied to trifle away my time, rather than let it stick by me.

And make each day a critic on the last.

Some old men, continually praise the time of their youth. In fact, you would almost think that there were no fools in their days, but unluckily they themselves are left as an example.

As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.

'Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, But the joint force and full result of all.