Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.