It Is An Art To Have So

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

A Good Life Is A Main Argument.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

If Men Will Impartially, And Not Asquint, Look Toward The Offices And Function Of A Poet, They Will Easily Conclude To Themselves The Impossibility Of Any Man's Being A Good Poet Without First Being A Good Man.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!