Then drink, puppy, drink, and let ev’ry puppy drink

The life upon which youth fancies itself entering is very different from the life which age refuses to acknowledge it is on the eve of quitting.

Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot Than pine in a palace alone.

For everything created In the bounds of earth and sky Has such longing to be mated, It must couple or must die.

When you sleep in your cloak there's no lodging to pay.

The scene was changed. It was a bark that slowly held its way, And o'er its lee the coast of France in the light of evening lay; And on its deck a lady sat, who gazed with tearful eyes Upon the fast receding hills that dim and distant rise.

So All is diff’rent, and yet All is One.