Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

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

Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

The spider's most attenuated thread Is cord, is cable, to man's tender tie On earthly bliss; it breaks at every breeze.

The person of wisdom is the person of years.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Man makes a death which Nature never made. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.