It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.

So much alarmed that she is quite alarming

But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

Good but rarely came from good advice.