God knows, I'm not the thing I should be, Nor am I even the thing I could be, But twenty times I rather would be An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be Just for a screen.

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?

The wide world is all before us - but a world without a friend.

Now's the day and now's the hour.