Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

Procrastination is the thief of time; year after year it steals, till all are fled, and to the mercies of a moment leaves the vast concerns of an eternal state. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; at fifty chides his infamous delay, pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; in all the magnanimity of thought, resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same.

Affliction is a good man's shining time.

O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!

Polite diseases make some idiots vain, Which, if unfortunately well, they feign.