Pleasure's a Moth, that sleeps by day And dances by false glare at night; But Joy's a Butterfly, that loves To spread its wings in Nature's light.

No matter where the body is, the mind is free to go elsewhere.

But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.

What sweet, what happy days had I,When dreams made Time Eternity!

As long as I love Beauty I am young.

Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.

And hear the pleasant cockoo, loud and long - The simple bird that thinks two notes a song.