A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.
Tomorrow is a satire on today, And shows its weakness.
Much learning shows how little mortals know; much wealth, how little wordings enjoy.
Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.
For her own breakfast she’ll project a scheme,Nor take her tea without a strategem.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.