We cry for mercy to the next amusement, The next amusement mortgages our fields
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
And friend received with thumps upon the back.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.