Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

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

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.