Life's bloomy flush was lost.
Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.
Life is not measured by the time we live.
Good is done by degrees.
To the house of a friend if you're pleased to retire, You must all things admit, you must all things admire; You must pay with observance the price of your treat, You must eat what is praised, and must praise what you eat.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.