Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

And His Best Riches, Ignorance Of Wealth.

A French Woman Is A Perfect Architect In Dress: She Never, With Gothic Ignorance, Mixes The Orders; She Never Tricks Out A Snobby Doric Shape With Corinthian Finery; Or, To Speak Without Metaphor, She Conforms To General Fashion Only When It Happens Not To Be Repugnant To Private Beauty.

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.