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.

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.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.