So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe

So Shall The World Go On, To Good Malignant, To Bad Men Benign, Under Her Own Weight Groaning.

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.

O Madness To Think Use Of Strongest Wines And Strongest Drinks Our Chief Support Of Health, When God With These Forbidden Made Choice To Rear His Mighty Champion, Strong Above Compare, Whose Drink Was Only From The Liquid Brook.

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.