Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.