Oh seize the instant time; you never will

As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things.

We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste.

Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident, It is the very place God meant for thee; And should'st thou there small room for action see, Do not for this give room for discontent.

None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.

What question can be here? Your own true heart Must needs advise you of the only part: That may be claim'd again which was but lent, And should be yielded with no discontent, Nor surely can we find herein a wrong, That it was left us to …

It was Lazarus faith, not his poverty, which brought him into Abraham's bosom.