And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
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.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.