Youth holds no society with grief.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
It is in adversity that the good show their friendship most clearly; prosperity always finds friends.
I think it makes small difference to the dead, if they are buried in the tokens of luxury. All that is an empty glorification left for those who live.
It would not be better if men got what they wanted.
Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!