Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
'Tis the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, you have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.
Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession.
Acquire a government over your ideas, that they may come down when they are called, and depart when they are bidden.
I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.