Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.