We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
Lived in his saddle, loved the chase, the course, And always, ere he mounted, kiss'd his horse.