Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
Men before you have quit smoking - you can too!
Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
Youth is not rich in time; it may be poor; Part with it as with money, sparing; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth, And what it's worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.