In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.

He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.

As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.

'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.