The ideal man bears the accidents of life With dignity and grace, the best of circumstances. - Joseph Addison

Mirth is like a flash of lightning that breaks through a gloom of clouds and glitters for a moment.

Oh! think what anxious moments pass between
The birth of plots, and their last fatal periods.

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.