Spangling the wave with lights as vain As pleasures in the vale of pain, That dazzle as they fade.
Walter ScottO woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Walter ScottThe misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?
Walter Scott