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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.

A man that keeps riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that
carries gold and eats thistles.

A man that keeps riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that
carries gold and eats thistles.

At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's read more

At morn the blackcock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay;
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day.

We all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough?

We all agree that your theory is crazy, but is it crazy enough?

Time is a circus--always packing up and moving away.

Time is a circus--always packing up and moving away.