The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.
Make the upcoming hour overflow with joy, and let pleasure drown the brim.
You great benefactors, sprinkle our society with thankfulness. For your own gifts, make yourselves praised.
What, no more ceremony? See, my women! Against the blown rose may they stop their nose That kneel'd unto the buds.