Stood for his country's glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
For love is heaven and heaven is love.
He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.
Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.