And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is

The Heart That Once Has Been Bathed In Love's Pure Fountain Retains The Pulse Of Youth Forever.

To My Ninth Decade I Have Totter'd On, And No Soft Arm Bends Now My Steps To Steady; She, Who Once Led Me Where She Would, Is Gone, So When He Calls Me, Death Shall Find Me Ready.

How Delightful It Is To See A Friend After A Length Of Absence! How Delightful To Chide Him For That Length Of Absence To Which We Owe Such Delight.

I Have Suffered More From My Bad Dancing Than From All The Misfortunes And Miseries Of My Life Put Together.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.