What opposite discoveries we have seen! (Signs of true genius, and of empty pockets.) One makes new noses, one a guillotine, One breaks your bones, one sets them in their sockets; But vaccination certainly has been A kind antithesis to Congreve's rockets.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

There is a tear for all who die, A mourner o'er the humblest grave.