Laughter is pleasant, but the exertion at my age is too much for me.

I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.

Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.

Laughter is pleasant, but the exertion at my age is too much for me.

The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.

The truth, I am convinced, is that there is no longer a poetical audience among the higher class of minds, that moral, political, and physical science have entirely withdrawn from poetry the attention of all whose attention is worth having; and that the poetical reading public being composed of the mere dregs of the intellectual community, the most sufficing passport to their favour must rest on the mixture of a little easily-intelligible portion of mawkish sentiment with an absolute negation of reason and knowledge.

But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.