There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.