Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

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.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation)- A mode of proving that the earth turn'd round In a most natural whirl, called 'gravitation'; And this is the sole mortal who could grapple, Since Adam, with a fall, or with an apple.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.