A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.
The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.