That he drag the lingering minutes away—
There is no day but the present day.
What work is well when thrust to a close?
Wisdom foretells no hidden good;
Suffering follows the hardihood
Of plunging thus into future woes.
Living, alone, can quench distress;
The moment seized is the one to bless.
Poverty near, and death at his heels,
Simon is rich in the wealth of years;