Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.