When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation- 'Tis said (for I'll not answer above ground For any sage's creed or calculation)- A mode of proving that the earth turn'd round In a most natural whirl, called 'gravitation'; And this is the sole mortal who could grapple, Since Adam, with a fall, or with an apple.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.