What is this life so full of care,We don’t have time to stand and stare.

This man has talent, that man geniusAnd here’s the strange and cruel difference:Talent gives pence and his reward is gold,Genius gives gold and gets no more than pence.

No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night.No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance.No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that...

I love thee for a heart that’s kind–not for the knowledge in thy mind.

Now shall I walk or shall I ride?’Ride,’ Pleasure said;’Walk,’ Joy replied.