Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

My Son, these maxims make a rule An lump them ay thegither: The Rigid Righteous is a fool, The Rigid Wise anither.

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.

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

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!

The heart that is generous and kind most resembles God.