Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Edward Young
(1683 - 1765)
Source: Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 334.
Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.
Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
And all may do what has by man been done.
An undevout astronomer is mad.
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.
In records that defy the tooth of time.