The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

The French courage proceeds from vanity