Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies

To Observations Which Ourselves We Make, We Grow More Partial For Th' Observer's Sake.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

Women Use Lovers As They Do Cards; They Play With Them A While, And When They Have Got All They Can By Them, Throw Them Away, Call For New Ones, And Then Perhaps Lose By The New All They Got By The Old Ones.

Behold The Groves That Shine With Silver Frost, Their Beauty Withered, And Their Verdure Lost!

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd