Young fellows will be young fellows.

By candle-light nobody would have taken you for above five-and-twenty.

Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

Ay, do despise me, I'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised.

There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be,-- "I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me."

Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.