I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

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

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.