Youth smiles without any reason. It is one of its chiefest charms.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.
From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.