The person of wisdom is the person of years.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.