Old age creeps on us ere we think it nigh.
He with a graceful pride, While his rider every hand survey'd, Sprung loose, and flew into an escapade; Not moving forward, yet with every bound Pressing, and seeming still to quit his ground.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure.
Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.