Keen appetite And quick digestion wait on you and yours.
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Sweet is pleasure after pain.
Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.
Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more; Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's: Souls know no conquerors.