Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.
When a new book is published, read an old one.
A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.
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.