How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year!... My hasting days fly on with full career, By my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n, To that same lot, however mean, or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength la...bour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A woman when she is in travail hath sorrow, because her hour is come: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she rememberet...h no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you complain of neglect of education in sons, what shall I say with regard to daughters, who every day experience the want of i...t? With regard to the education of my own children, I find myself soon out of my depth, destitute and deficient in every part of education. I most sincerely wish ... that our new Constitution may be distinguished for encouraging learning and virtue. If we mean to have heroes, statesmen, and philosophers, we should have learned women.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »