I awoke one day to find myself famous.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, - there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion.

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

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!