Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Cease to ask what the morrow will bring forth and set down as gain each day that fortune grants.
A Drinking Song Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall…
No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.
Insist on yourself; never imitate.