Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.
As long as I love Beauty I am young.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.
Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.
Now shall I walk or shall I ride? 'Ride,' Pleasure said; 'Walk,' Joy replied.