Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

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

And friend received with thumps upon the back.

We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.

Where, where for shelter shall the guilty fly, When consternation turns the good man pale?

Inhumanity is caught from man, From smiling man.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.