Banish business, banish sorrow. To the gods belongs tomorrow.

“The tulip next appeared, all over gay, But wanton, full of pride, and full of p…”

“Ere I descend to th' grave,May I a small house and large garden have; And a few…”

“What shall I do to be for ever known,And make the age to come my own?”

“Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.”