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.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.