Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still the master's own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth, While man, vain insect hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.

Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.