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I Love Everything That's Old, - Old Friends, Old Times, Old Manners, Old Books, Old Wine.

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

Taste Is The Power Of Relishing Or Rejecting Whatever Is Offered For The Entertainment Of The Imagination.

He Makes A Very Handsome Corpse And Becomes His Coffin Prodigiously.

In All My Wanderings Round This World Of Care, In All My Griefs-and God Has Given My Share- I Still Had Hopes My Latest Hours To Crown, Amidst These Humble Bowers To Lay Me Down.