Life is not measured by the time we live.
Oh how the passions, insolent and strong, Bear our weak minds their rapid course along; Make us the madness of their will obey; Then die and leave us to our griefs as prey!
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.