There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good

Come, My Celia, Let Us Prove, While We Can, The Sports Of Love, Time Will Not Be Ours For Ever, He, At Length, Our Good Will Sever; Spend Not Then His Gifts In Vain: Suns That Set May Rise Again; But If Once We Lose This Light, 'tis With Us Perpetual Night. Why Should We Defer Our Joys? Fame And Rumour Are But Toys.

Well, As He Brews, So Shall He Drink.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

Nothing Is More Short-lived Than Pride.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!