Illume his eye; yet still a shade of care,
Like a light cloud that floats in summer air,
Will shed at times a transitory gloom,
But shadow not one grace of manly bloom.
Mrs. K. Ware.
4. He wounds no breast with jeer and jest, yet bears no honey'd tongue,
He's social with the gray-hair'd one, and merry with the young.
Eliza Cook.
5. A shallow brain behind a serious mask,
An oracle within an empty cask;