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.

Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

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

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.

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

Roses at first were white, Till thy co'd not agree, Whether my Sapho's breast, Or they more white sho'd be.