Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's read more

Wouldst thou, or thou,
Forego what's now,
For all that hope may say?
No--joy's reply,
From every eye,
Is, "Live we while we may."

When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.

When your armour is on, it is too late to retreat.

The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by coveting more.

The pleasure of what we enjoy is lost by coveting more.

Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

Fast bind, fast find--
A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife
that shall be read more

I wont let a wife lead me to the altar. [I will not have a wife
that shall be my master.]

But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
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But time strips our illusions of their hue,
And one by one in turn some grand mistake
Casts off its bright skin yearly like a snake.

Often a silent face has voice and words.
[Lat., Saepe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet.]

Often a silent face has voice and words.
[Lat., Saepe tacens vocem verbaque vultus habet.]

Begging a courtesy is selling liberty.

Begging a courtesy is selling liberty.