None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.