In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom... And age, if it has not esteem, has nothing.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?
Born Originals, how comes it to pass that we die Copies?
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.