There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Wishing of all employments is the worst.
All men think that all men are mortal but themselves.
Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
The house of laughter makes a house of woe.
By all means use some time to be alone.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed.
They only babble who practise not reflection.