The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,- An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

Fame is the shade of immortality, And in itself a shadow. Soon as caught, Contemn'd; it shrinks to nothing in the grasp.

The person of wisdom is the person of years.