All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
I have a notion that gamblers are as happy as most people - being always excited.
Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.