'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.