Youth Smiles Without Any Reason.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Behind The Steps That Misery Treads Approaching Comfort View: The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow Chastised By Sabler Tints Of Woe, And Blended Form, With Artful Strife, The Strength And Harmony Of Life.

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

E'en From The Tomb The Voice Of Nature Cries, E'en In Our Ashes Live Their Wonted Fires.