All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.