The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.