Catch, then, O catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies!

A vice in the heart is an idol on the altar.

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.

That rain is the best which falls steadily on the earth. A sudden and excessive downpour ruins the fields.

Catch, then, O catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies!

The line, often adopted by strong men in controversy, of justifying the means by the end.

To saints their very slumber is a prayer.