The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

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.

It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.