Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.
The person of wisdom is the person of years.