The man that makes a character, makes foes.

Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

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

We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees