Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds.
The beggar wears all colors fearing none.
My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
Lawyers, I suppose, were children once.
No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.