Posterity is the world to come, the world for whom we hold our ideals, from whom we have borrowed our planet, and to whom we bear sacred responsibilities.

Mont. Fate says, we are not safe unless they die: The spirit, that foretold this happy day, Bid me use caution and avoid delay: Posterity be juster to my fame; Nor call it murder, when each private man In his defence may justly do the same: But private persons more than monarchs can: All weigh our acts, and whate'er seems unjust, Impute not to necessity, but lust.

Posterity however was one day to be ashamed of that example.

And also posterity is mostly a woman's job.