Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.
A tardy vengeance shares the tyrant's guilt.