Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

Friendship's the wine of life.

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

However smothered under former negligence, or scattered through the dull, dark mass of common thoughts - let thy genius rise as the sun from chaos.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.