Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?
Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.
Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
Despair and Genius are too oft connected
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.