A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

Wine Is Only Sweet To Happy Men.

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!

He Who Saddens At Thought Of Idleness Cannot Be Idle, / And He's Awake Who Thinks Himself Asleep.

Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death.