Peter was dull; he was at first Dull; - Oh, so dull - so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed - Still with his dulness was he cursed - Dull -beyond all conception - dull.

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friend.

By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!

His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.

Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.

I wish no living thing to suffer pain.