For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

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.