The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble levelling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.

I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.

When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.

Our spirits grow gray before our hairs.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.