Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

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

We of the craft are all crazy.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.