Even to smile at the misfortunes of others is to do an injury.

Even to smile at the misfortunes of others is to do an injury.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street
Till--think of that who find life so sweet!--
She read more

Poor Peggy hawks nosegays from street to street
Till--think of that who find life so sweet!--
She hates the smell of roses!

Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,

Like St. George, always in his saddle, never on his way.
- Clement Walker,

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled;
nor can the hour, which has once fled read more

Neither shall the wave, which has passed on, ever be recalled;
nor can the hour, which has once fled by, return again.

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy read more

With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Who friendship with a knave hath made,
Is judg'd a partner in the trade.

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

Everything in art is but a copy of nature.

When age is jocond it makes sport for death.

When age is jocond it makes sport for death.