To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Very nice couplet, although there are dull stretches.
Obtuseness is sometimes a virtue.
It is said that friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities.
Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.
The personal pronoun "I" should be the coat of arms of some individuals.