Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.