Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.
Samuel JohnsonPrepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.
Samuel JohnsonA man ought to read just as inclination leads him, for what he reads as a task will do him little good.
Samuel Johnson