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

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.