The world's a scene of changes.

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for, if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.