The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

Come what may, I have been blest.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

My native land, good night!