Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.
New Year's Day is every man's birthday.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.
Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?
The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.