I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn`t thrill me at all, why I do not know !...

We pass and dream.
Earth smiles.
Virtue is rare.
Age, duty, gods weigh on our conscious bliss.
Hope for the best and for the worse prepare.
The sum of purposed wisdom speaks in this.

From my villa on the hill
I long looked down
Upon the muttering town;
Then one day drew
My toga o`er my head
Like a raised wing.