He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
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.
All objects lose by too familiar a view.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.