Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may; With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day. - John Conington

You lose no time in taking out a fly,
Or straw, it may be, that torments your eye;
Why, when a thing devours your mind, adjourn
Till this day year all thought of the concern?
Come now, have courage to be wise: begin:
You're halfway over when you once plunge in:
He who puts off the time for mending, stands
A clodpoll by the stream with folded hands,
Waiting till all the water be gone past;
But it runs on, and will, while time shall last.

The gods implore
To crush the proud and elevate the poor.

Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.