Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.

So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.

So closely our whims on our miseries tread,
That the laugh is awak'd ere the tear can be dried.

So many men in Court and so many strangers.

So many men in Court and so many strangers.

A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.

A woman is most merciless when shame goads on her hate.

The envious will die, but envy never.
[Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.]

The envious will die, but envy never.
[Fr., Les envieux mourront, mais non jamais l'envie.]

Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.