Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Nature delights in progress; in advance.
In chambers deep, Where waters sleep, What unknown treasures pave the floor.
To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.