None but the brave deserve the fair.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.

Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.

Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.

Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.