Life is but a day at most.
Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be.
Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.
Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!