When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

Englishmen are said to love their laws; - that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.

Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes; A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.

The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

The awakenings of remorse, virtuous shame and indignation, the glow of moral approbation if they do not lead to action, grow less and less vivid every time they occur, till at length the mind grows absolutely callous.

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd - of his love.