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.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
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.
Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation.