The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.
By night an atheist half-believes in God.
In youth, what disappointments of our own making: in age, what disappointments from the nature of things.
As soon as we have found the key of life, it opens the gates of death.
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.