Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
Time elaborately thrown away.
Man wants little, nor that little long.
The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.