Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

No More We Meet In Yonder Bowers Absence Has Made Me Prone To Roving; But Older, Firmer Hearts Than Ours, Have Found Monotony In Loving.

If I Am Fool, It Is, At Least, A Doubting One; And I Envy No One The Certainty Of His Self-approved Wisdom.