Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

The house of laughter makes a house of woe.

A dearth of words a woman need not fear; But 'tis a task indeed to learn to hear: In that the skill of conversation lies; That shows and makes you both polite and wise.

Sense is our helmet, wit is but the plume; The plume exposes, 'tis our helmet saves. Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; When cut by wit, it casts a brighter beam; Yet, wit apart, it is a diamond still.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.

Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.