Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
Then never less alone than when alone.
I lived to write, and wrote to live.
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.
Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.