It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.