Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
You look wise, pray correct that error.
I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.
Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!
In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.
When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power.