Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
I am so convinced of the advantages of looking at mankind instead of reading about them, . . . that I think there should be a law amongst us to set our young men abroad for a term among the few allies our wars have left us.
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.