Accustom early in your youth To lay embargo on your mouth; And let no rarities invite To pall and glut your appetite; But check it always, and give o'er With a desire of eating more; For where one dies by inanition, A thousand perish by repletion: To miss a meal sometimes is good,-- It ventilates and cools the blood. --_Raynard._ 591 Every young man has a fine season in his life when he will accept no office, and every young woman has the same in hers, when she will accept no husband; by and by they both change, and often take one another into the bargain. --_Richter._ 592 FIDELITY. He was--True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. 593 MY OWN FIRESIDE. Let others seek for empty joys At ball or concert, rout or play; Whilst, far from fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,-- 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee--my own Fireside! 594 All that a fish drinks goes out at the gills. (Spent as soon as got.) 595 Did we not flatter ourselves, the flattery of others could never hurt us. --_Rochefoucauld._ 596 _Boswell_: "No quality will get a man more friends than a disposition to admire the qualities of others. I do not mean flattery, but a sincere admiration." _Johnson_: "Nay, Sir, flattery pleases very generally. In the first place, the flatterer may think what he says to be true; but in the second place, whether he thinks so or not, he certainly thinks those whom he flatters of consequence enough to be flattered." --_Boswell's Johnson._ 597 _Flowers._--These children of the meadows, born of sunshine and of showers! --_Whittier._ 598 _Flowers._--Pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun. 599 What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile--a feast without a welcome Are not flowers the stars of the earth? and are not the stars we see at night the flowers of heaven? 600 It is my faith that every flower which blows Enjoys the air it breathes. --_Wordsworth._ 601 How many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. --_Gray._ 602 I never cast a flower away, The gift of one who cared for me; A little flower--a faded flower, But it was done reluctantly. --_L. E. Landon._ 603 Flowers are the pledges of fruit. --_From the Danish._ 604