Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
By all means use some time to be alone.
Truth never was indebted to a lie