Life is an incurable disease.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of 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.