After all, thought I, time is not such an invariable destroyer as he is represented. If he pulls down, he likewise builds up; if he impoverishes one, he enriches another; his very dilapidations furnish matter for new works of controversy, and his rust is more precious than the most costly gilding. Under his plastic hand trifles rise into importance; the nonsense of one age becomes the wisdom of another; the levity of the wit gravitates into the learning of the pedant, and an ancient farthing moulders into infinitely more value than a modern guinea.
THE FARM-HOUSE
—Love and hay
Are thick sown, but come up full of thistles.
—Love and hay
Are thick sown, but come up full of thistles.
—Love and hay
Are thick sown, but come up full of thistles.
—Love and hay
Are thick sown, but come up full of thistles.
—Love and hay
Are thick sown, but come up full of thistles.