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