Youth should watch joys and shoot them as they fly.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
The winds that never moderation knew, Afraid to blow too much, too faintly blew; Or out of breath with joy, could not enlarge Their straighten'd lungs or conscious of their charge.
Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.