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.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

But 'why then publish?' There are no rewards Of fame or profit when the world grows weary. I ask in turn why do you play at cards? Why drink? Why read? To make some hour less dreary. It occupies me to turn back regards On what I've seen or pondered, sad or cheery, And what I write I cast upon the stream To swim or sink. I have had at least my dream.

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

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