We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
Friendship's the wine of life.
Wishing of all employments is the worst
The man who builds, and wants wherewith to pay, Provides a home from which to run away.
Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled.
He that's ungrateful has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.