When a new book is published, read an old one.
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.
Example is a motive of very prevailing force on the actions of men.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.