The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
Man wants little, nor that little long.
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.