There comes a period of the imagination to each--a later youth--the power of beauty, the power of looks, of poetry.
The youth, intoxicated with his admiration of a hero, fails to see, that it is only a projection of his own soul, which he admires.
Youth is everywhere in place.
The affections cannot keep their youth any more than men.
When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
Manners make the fortune of the ambitious youth.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.
I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.