"There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground."

"The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die."

"Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by."

"Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light."

"Non ampliter, sed munditer convivium; plus sails quam sumptus."

"The service was of great array, That they were served with that day. Thus they ate, and made them glad, With such service as they had— When they had dined, as I you say, Lordis and ladies yede to play; Some to tables and some to chess, With other games more and less."

"Neque pauciores tribus, neque plures novem."

"Then I commended mirth, because a man hath no better thing under the sun, than to eat, and to drink, and to be merry."

"The music, and the banquet, and the wine— The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments— The white arms and the raven hair—the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not."

"Why should we break up Our snug and pleasant party? Time was made for slaves, But never for us so hearty."

"On such an occasion as this, All time and nonsense scorning, Nothing shall come amiss, And we won't go home till morning."

"We keep the day. With festal cheer, With books and music, surely we Will drink to him, whate'er he be, And sing the songs he loved to hear."

"This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more."

"There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men."

"Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after."

"As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it."

"Neutiquam officium liberi esse hominis puto Cum is nihil promereat, postulare id gratiæ apponi sibi."

"Beneficium accipere, libertatem est vendere."

"Nam quamblibet sæpe obligati, si quid unum neges, hoc solum meminerunt, quod negatum est."

"Nam improbus est homo qui beneficium scit sumere et reddere nescit."

"Gratia, quæ tarda est, ingrata est: gratia namque Cum fieri properat, gratia grata magis."

"Let the favour be repaid to him who repays a favour."

"Unwanted favours gain no gratitude."

"So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return."

"Then westward ho! Grace and good disposition Attend your ladyship!"

"Here's my hand. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence."

"Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife."

"Farewell, and stand fast."

"Sweets to the sweet; farewell!"

"Fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Thy spirits all of comfort!"

"Farewell to Lochaber, and farewell, my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony day been: For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more."

"Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'."

"Farewell, happy fields, Where joy forever dwells; hail, horrors!"

"Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!"

"Friend, ahoy! Farewell! farewell! Grief unto grief, joy unto joy, Greeting and help the echoes tell Faint, but eternal—Friend, ahoy!"

""Adieu," she cries, and waved her lily hand."

"Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well."

""Farewell!" For in that word—that fatal word—howe'er We promise—hope—believe—there breathes despair."

"Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been— A sound which makes us linger;—yet—farewell!"

"He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore, And gae his bridle reins a shake, With Adieu for evermore, My dear, With Adieu for evermore."

"Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness."

"We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore."

"Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind."

"One man's observation is another man's closed book or flight of fancy."

"When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away."

"She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine."

"Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, One of the flesh, and of the spirit one."

"Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy."

"The truant Fancy was a wanderer ever."

"Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home."