'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

'Tis solitude should teach us how to die; It hath no flatterers; vanity can give, No hollow aid; alone - man with God must strive.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

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