The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.