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151. MONEY MAKES THE MIRTH
When all birds else do of their music fail, Money's the still-sweet-singing nightingale!
152. TEARS AND LAUGHTER
Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away, Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.
153. UPON TEARS
Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine, Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.
154. ON LOVE
Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.
155. PEACE NOT PERMANENT
Great cities seldom rest; if there be none T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.
156. PARDONS
Those ends in war the best contentment bring, Whose peace is made up with a pardoning.
157. TRUTH AND ERROR
Twixt truth and error, there's this difference known Error is fruitful, truth is only one.
158. WlT PUNISHED PROSPERS MOST
Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent, Good wits get more fame by their punishment.
159. BURIAL
Man may want land to live in; but for all Nature finds out some place for burial.
160. NO PAINS, NO GAINS
If little labour, little are our gains; Man's fortunes are according to his pains.
161. TO YOUTH
Drink wine, and live here blitheful while ye may; The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.
162. TO ENJOY THE TIME
While fates permit us, let's be merry; Pa.s.s all we must the fatal ferry; And this our life, too, whirls away, With the rotation of the day.
163. FELICITY QUICK OF FLIGHT
Every time seems short to be That's measured by felicity; But one half-hour that's made up here With grief, seems longer than a year.
164. MIRTH
True mirth resides not in the smiling skin; The sweetest solace is to act no sin.
165. THE HEART