"Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavor and dispute; Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit."

"Look to the Rose that blows about us—'Lo, Laughing,' she says, 'into the World I blow, At once the silken Tassel of my Purse Tear, and its Treasure on the Garden throw.'"

"The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But right or left as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all—He knows—He knows!"

"Another and another Cup to drown The Memory of this Impertinence!"

"The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life’s leaden Metal into Gold can transmute."