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Herself the solitary scion leftOf a time-honour'd race.
— Posterity
Herself the solitary scion leftOf a time-honour'd race.
As to posterity, I may ask (with somebody whom I have forgot) what has it ever done to oblige me?
The man was laughed at as a blunderer who said in a public business: "We do much for posterity; I would fain see them do something for us."
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
He thinks posterity is a pack-horse, always ready to be loaded.
Posterity is a most limited assembly. Those gentlemen who reach posterity are not much more numerous than the planets.
Why should we put ourselves out of our way to do anything for posterity; for what has posterity done for us?
The survivorship of a worthy man in his son is a pleasure scarce inferior to the hopes of the continuance of his own life.
We are always doing, says he, something for Posterity, but I would fain see Posterity do something for us.
What has poster'ty done for us,Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?
A foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous posterity.
