One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

Then, fare thee well, deceitful Maid!

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.