That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.
What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
The miser acquires, yet fears to use his gains.
And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.