The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen.

The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen.

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more

Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if read more

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

'Tis best to pause, and think, ere you rush on.

'Tis best to pause, and think, ere you rush on.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

I am not what I once was.
[Lat., Non sum qualis eram.]

A jade eates as much as a good horse.

A jade eates as much as a good horse.