Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

Though the day of my Destiny 's over, And the star of my Fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find.

Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

This is the patent-age of new inventions For killing bodies, and for saving souls, All propagated with the best intentions; Sir Humphrey Davy's lantern, by which coals Are safely mined for in the mode he mentions, Tombuctoo travels, voyages to the Poles, Are ways to benefit mankind, as true, Perhaps, as shooting them at Waterloo.