WIST

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan;
At fifty, chides his infamous delay,
Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve;
In all the magnanimity of thought
Resolves, and re-resolves; then dies the same.
And why? Because he thinks himself immortal.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.

Edward Young (1683-1765) English poet
“Night Thoughts,” 1, lines 417–24 (1742)

When most the world applauds you, most beware:
`Tis often less a blessing than a snare.

Edward Young (1683-1765) English poet
Love of Fame, Satire VI (1727)