That man's the best cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
A truth looks freshest in the fashions of the day.
We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.
I wind about, and in and out, - With here a blossom sailing, - And here and there a lusty trout, - And here and there a grayling.