There Is Nothing Wanting To

Find, If You Can, In What You Cannot Change. Manners With Fortunes, Humours Turn With Climes, Tenets With Books, And Principles With Times.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

As Some To Church Repair, Not For The Doctrine, But The Music There.

The Only Time You Run Out Of Chances Is When You Stop Taking Them

Wine Lets No Lover Unrewarded Go.