Enjoy Yourself, Drink, Call The Life You

Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave Man's Eyes.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.