Wishing of all employments is the worst
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
Live now; be damn'd hereafter.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.