Beauty! thou pretty plaything! dear deceit, That steals so softly o'er the stripling's heart, And gives it a new pulse unknown before!

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance

Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.

Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.

Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being ridiculous, and often end in being vicious.

Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.

Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.