Sweet were the days when I was all unknown, But when my name was lifted up, the storm Brake on the mountain and I cared not for it. Right well know I that fame is half disfame.

That man's the true Conservative who lops the moldered branch away.

All things human change.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

A day may sink or save a realm.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

Never, oh! never, nothing will die; The stream flows, The wind blows, The cloud fleets, The heart beats, Nothing will die.