And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
One hates an author that's all author.
To have joy, one must share it.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.