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

What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.