Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
The monster London laugh at me.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?