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.

Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.

Uncertain whose the narrowest span,--the clown unread, or half-read gentleman.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

The winds are out of breath.

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.

The elephant is never won by anger; nor must that man who would reclaim a lion take him by the teeth.