Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.