Chaste to her husband, frank to all beside, A teeming mistress, but a barren bride.

If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

Devotion's self shall steal a thought from heaven.

But those who cannot write, and those who can, All rhyme, and scrawl, and scribble, to a man.

It is sure the hardest science to forget!

How do we know that we have a right to kill creatures that we are so little above, as dogs, for our curiosity or even for some use to us?

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.