Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Rough Johnson, the great moralist.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!