'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

A bargain is in its very essence a hostile transaction do not all men try to abate the price of all they buy? I contend that a bargain even between brethren is a declaration of war.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

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