I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am, and live with shadows tost.

For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

I was Byron and Shakespeare formerly.