"At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same."

"Procrastination is the thief of time."

"Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer."

"Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn."

"To waft a feather or to drown a fly."

"An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; Legions of angels can't confine me there."

"Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour."

"The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss."

"On reason build resolve, that column of true majesty in man."

"Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause; An awful pause! prophetic of her end."

"Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world."

"Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!"

"How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun."

"One to destroy, is murder by the law; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame."

"Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life."

"For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem."

"With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue, Forever most divinely in the wrong."

"And waste their music on the savage race."

"Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed."

"Where Nature’s end of language is declin’d, And men talk only to conceal the mind."

"The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven’s blessing thinks himself undone."

"Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair."

"None think the great unhappy but the great."

"They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge."

"Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies."

"Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote."

"The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart."