Cupid "the little greatest god."

I have told you of the Spaniard who always put on his spectacles when about to eat cherries, that they might look bigger and more attempting. In like manner I made the most of my enjoyment s: and through I do not cast my cares away, I pack them in as little compass as I can, and carry them as conveniently as I can for myself, and never let them annoy others.

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the World, And see how his stock went on.

A man may be cheerful and contented in celibacy, but I do not think he can ever be happy; it is an unnatural state, and the best feelings of his nature are never called into action.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.