Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
What is revenge but courage to call in our honor's debts, and wisdom to convert others' self-love into our own protection?
The first sure symptom of a mind in health Is rest of heart and pleasure felt at home.
When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Age should fly concourse, cover in retreat defects of judgment, and the will subdue; walk thoughtful on the silent, solemn shore of that vast ocean it must sail so soon.