If You Keep A Thing Seven Years,

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal, Under Whose Charge Are Placed The Milky Mothers Of The Herd.

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

A Finnan Haddock Has A Relish Of A Peculiar And Delicate Flavour, Inimitable On Any Other Coast Than That Of Aberdeenshire. Some Of Our Edinburgh Philosophers Tried To Produce Their Equal In Vain. I Was One Of A Party At Dinner Where The Philosophical Haddocks Were Placed In Competition With The Genuine Finnan Fish. These Were Served Round Without Distinguishing Whence They Came; But Only One Gentleman Out Of Twelve Present Espoused The Cause Of Philosophy.

...crystal And Hearts Would Lose All Their Merit In The World If It Were Not For Their Fragility.