Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.

Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.

With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Nature delights in progress; in advance.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

Each moment has its sickle, emulous Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep Strikes empires from the root.