Mine is the night, with all her stars.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point; She gives but little, nor that little, long.
He sins against this life, who slights the next.
Wishing of all employments is the worst