Let's learn to live, for we must die alone.
Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
A master passion is the love of news.
Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.