But boldly say each night,
To-morrow let my sun his beams display,
Or in clouds hide them; I have lived to-day."

"For why
Should every creature drink but I,
Why, man of morals, tell me why?"

"Of all ills that one endures,
hope is a cheap and universal cure."

"Lukewarmness I account a sin,
As great in love as in religion."

"What shall I do to be forever known,
And make the age to come my own?"