Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.

The Man That Isn't Jolly After Drinking Is Just A Drivelling Idiot, To My Thinking.

This Is True Liberty, When Free-born Men, Having To Advise The Public, May Speak Free.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.