Paradise is open to all kind hearts.
Our friends, the enemy.
Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.
Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.
A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.
Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.