Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.