That low vice, curiosity!
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
I learned to love despair.
The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.
The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.