Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
The laughers are a majority.
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.
On life's vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
On wrongs swift vengeance waits.
Pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry.