I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair.

My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.

Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.

By myself walking, To myself talking.