I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.
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.
So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!