Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.
Spare feast! a radish and an egg.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
Heaven's harmony is universal love.
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.