Lie bills and calculations much perplexed, With steam-boats, frigates, and machinery quaint Traced over them in blue and yellow paint.

It is vain philosophy that supposes more causes than are exactly adequate to explain the phenomena of things.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.

A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.