Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.
Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Love betters what is best