All men think all men mortal but themselves.

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 …

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

And weeping fast as she had breath Janet implored us, 'Wake her from her sleep!' And would not be instructed in how deep Was the forgetful kingdom of death.

'To take life,' went on the old man in a voice which, though charged with strong emotion, seemed to be speaking to itself, 'was the chief mark of the insensate…