Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale

Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love Me,and A Smile To Those Who Hate;and, Whatever Sky's Above Me,here's A Heart For Every Fate.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

I Shall Soon Be Six-and-twenty. Is There Anything In The Future That Can Possibly Console Us For Not Being Always Twenty-five?