Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew, And loved to plead, lament, and sue; Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain, For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.
One or two of these scoundrel statesmen should be shot once a-year, just to keep the others on their good behavior.