To Find A Young Fellow That Is

A Little Scorn Is Alluring.

If This Be Not Love, It Is Madness, And Then It Is Pardonable.

There Is In True Beauty, As In Courage, Somewhat Which Narrow Souls Cannot Dare To Admire.

One Minute Gives Invention To Destroy; What To Rebuild, Will A Whole Age Employ.

But Say What You Will, 'tis Better To Be Left Than Never To Have Been Loved. To Pass Our Youth In Dull Indifference, To Refuse The Sweets Of Life Because They Once Must Leave Us, Is As Preposterous As To Wish To Have Been Born Old, Because We One Day Must Be Old.