Happiness was born a twin.

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.

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

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?