Whether it were because the thread of my dream was at an end I cannot tell, but, upon my taking a survey of this imaginary old man, my sleep left me. Part One. Spatio brevi Spem longam reseces: dum loquimur, fugerit invida AEtas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero. HOR., Od. i. 11, 6.
Of fortuna viris, invida fortibus Quam non aequa bonis praemia diridis. Capricious Fortune ever joys, With partial hand to deal the prize, To crush the brave and cheat the wise. Fleet, June 6.
'Aurungzebe' was by Dryden. No. 93. Saturday, June 16, 1711. Addison. ... Spatio brevi Spem longam reseces: dum loquimur, fugerit Invida AEtas: carpe Diem, quam minimum credula postero. Hor. We all of us complain of the Shortness of Time, saith Seneca and yet have much more than we know what to do with.
I would summon out of "The Annals," that episode of Tiberius imprisoned within the falling cave, and shielded by Sejanus from the descending roof. "Coelo Musa beat:" Sejanus has propitiated no Muse; and although something more, than the "invida taciturnitas" of the poet, lies heavy upon his reputation, he shall find no apologist in me.
Fate treasured in her gloomy womb, altogether undescried by man, the hour and the scene in which the most ardent wish of William Brandon was to be realized. O Fortuna, viris invida fortibus Quam non aqua bonis praemia dividis.