'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He Who Can Call Today His Own; He Who, Secure Within, Can Say, Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

I Never Saw Any Good That Came Of Telling Truth.