All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.