For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.

Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never.

Success - keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.

I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.

Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.