Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.

But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.