Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till-'t is gone, and all is gray.
Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.