Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.

Tis pleasant purchasing our fellow-creatures; And all are to be sold, if you consider Their passions, and are dext'rous; some by features Are brought up, others by a warlike leader; Some by a place--as tend their years or natures; The most by ready cash--but all have prices, From crowns to kicks, according to their vices.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!