If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.

My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.