There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

And if I laugh at any mortal thing, 'Tis that I may not weep.

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.

The reason that adulation is not displeasing is that, though untrue, it shows one to be of consequence enough, in one way or other, to induce people to lie.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.