Suspicion is a heavy armor and with its weight it impedes more than it protects.

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .

Ambition is a meteor-gleam; Fame a restless airy dream; Pleasures, insects on the wing Round Peace, th' tend rest flow'r of spring.

Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.