For everything created

Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot Than pine in a palace alone.

The life upon which youth fancies itself entering is very different from the life which age refuses to acknowledge it is on the eve of quitting.

When you sleep in your cloak there's no lodging to pay.

Then drink, puppy, drink, and let ev’ry puppy drink, That is old enough to lap and to swallow; For he’ll grow into a hound, so we’ll pass the bottle round, And merrily we’ll whoop and we’ll holloa.

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.

Brighter from her disease she shines, As fire the precious gold refines. Thus when the silent grave becomes Pregnant with life as fruitful wombs; When the wide seas and spacious earth Resign us to our second birth;