What ardently we wish, we soon believe.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.