E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
The still small voice of gratitude.
To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.
What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.