The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturbed Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

No wisdom that she may gain by experience and reflection hereafter, will compensate the loss of her present hilarity.

In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.

But still remember, if you mean to please, To press your point with modesty and ease.