Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

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

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.

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

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

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.