He Was Not Of An Age, But

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever; The Unthankful But When He Needs It.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

The Dignity Of Truth Is Lost With Much Protesting.

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