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

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Whatsoever thy birth, Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth.