No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred; Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard. A favourite has no friend!

What female heart can gold despise? What cat's averse to fish?

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; Nor all that glisters gold.

'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers, that blow; Demurest of the tabby kind, The pensive Selima reclined, Gazed on…

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of los…

From the retinue of Mynyddog they hastened forth; in a shining array they fed together round the wine-vessel. My heart has become full of grief for the feast o…

I cannot forgive my friends for dying; I do not find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.