No time like the present.

No time like the present.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is read more

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is vanity.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

But civlyzation doos git forrid
Sometimes upon a powder-cart.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

Fire is next akin to smoke.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

But pleasures are like poppies spread:
You seize the flower,--its bloom is shed.

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.

Every one hath a foole in his sleeve.