Time has nothing to do with the matter.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
Gold gives to the ugliest thing a certain charming air, For that without it were else a miserable affair.
Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.
And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.
Good Heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.