Quote #24
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumbering world.
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- The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
- Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
- Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer.
- For her own breakfast she'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a strategem.
- Procrastination is the thief of time.