Comfort and indolence are cronies.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.