By many a temple half as old as Time.

Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Example is a motive of very prevailing force on the actions of men.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.