A dedication is a wooden leg.

The maid that loves goes out to sea upon a shattered plank, and puts her trust in miracles for safety.

A Deity believed, is joy begun; A Deity adored, is joy advanced; A Deity beloved, is joy matured. Each branch of piety delight inspires.

Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Nothing in Nature, much less conscious being, Was e'er created solely for itself.

And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?