Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

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.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.