Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

What makes a regiment of soldiers a more noble object of view than the same mass of mob? Their arms, their dresses, their banners, and the art and artificial symmetry of their position and movements.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.