'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
A prince indebted is a fortune made.
We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.