Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The Hoppy Marriage.

Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, lf jonson’s learned sock be an, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy’s child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee jest and youthful jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.

What’s words to them whose faith an’ truth On war’s red tech stone rang true metal; who ventered life an’ love an’ youth For the gret prize o’ death in battle? Big low Papers. Second Series.

A boy’ s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Oh would l were a boy again, when life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain was wept away in transient tears! When every tale Hope whispered then, My fancy deemed was only truth. Oh, would that l could know again, The happy visions of my youth. Oh would l were a Boy again

Youth, with swift feet walks onward in the way; The land of joy lies all before his eyes; Age. Stumbling, lingers slowly day by day, Still looking back, for it behind him lies. Faith.

The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, l shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that l may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; while proudly riding o’er the azure realm ln gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway, That hush’d in grim repose expects his evening prey.

Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied be the morrow,-attend to the history of Rasselas, prince of Abyssinia.