If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

May Moorland weavers boast Pindaric skill, And tailors' lays be longer than their bill! While punctual beaux reward the grateful notes, And pay for poems--when they pay for coats.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?