I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.