Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Mariana in the moated grange.

Mariana in the moated grange.

There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits
beyond, or within which, that which is right read more

There is a medium in all things. There are certain limits
beyond, or within which, that which is right cannot exist.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

Still harping on my daughter.

Still harping on my daughter.

Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
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Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow
Is felt the first, the only sense
Of guiltless joy that guilt can know.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

My hair is grey, but not with years.

He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.

He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting.

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting.