Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

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.

Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

I loved my country, and I hated him.