Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe. - Thomas Moore

Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour,
I 've seen my fondest hopes decay;
I never loved a tree or flower
But 't was the first to fade away.
I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
To glad me with its soft black eye,
But when it came to know me well
And love me, it was sure to die.

Those evening bells! those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells
Of youth and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime!