Ever A Glutton, At Another's

Love Is Love's Reward.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.

Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies.

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!