Edward Young

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And read more

Think nought a trifle, though it small appear;
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of read more

Procrastination is the thief of time: Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise:
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise:
The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine read more

Like birds, whose beauties languish half concealed,
Till, mounted on the wing, their glossy plumes
Expanded, shine with azure, green and gold;
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.