Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.

Here a pretty Baby lies Sung asleep with Lullabies: Pray be silent, and not stirre The easie earth that covers her.

Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.

It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.

Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.