Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.