We wish our names eternally to live; Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought, Had not our natures been eternal too.

Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.

Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.

It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.

If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much envy in the world.

Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.