I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.
Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.