"O lachrymarum fons,tenero sacros
Ducentium ortus ex animo:quater
Felix! In imo qui scatentem
Pector te,pia Nympha sensit."
__GRAY'S POEMATA


There's not a joy the word can give like that it takes away
When the grow of early thought declines in Felling's dull decay;
'Tis not on Youth's smooth cheek the blush alone,which fades so fast,
But the tender bloom of heart is gone,ere Youth itself be past.
__G.G.拜倫