How blest is he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.

I have spent my life laboriously doing nothing. [Lat., Vitam perdidi laboricose agendo.]

I love everything that's old, - old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine

They say women and music should never be dated

The very pink of perfection.

Aromatic plants bestow no spicy fragrance while they grow; but crush'd or trodden to the ground, diffuse their balmy sweets around.