Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!
My native land, good night!
He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.
Just as old age is creeping on space, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, They kindly leave us, though not quite alone, But in good company--the gout or stone.
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.