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

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.

God help the teacher, if a man of sensibility and genius, when a booby father presents him with his booby son, and insists on lighting up the rays of science in a fellow's head whose skull is impervious and inaccessible by any other way than a positive fracture with a cudgel.

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

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.

To make three guineas do the work of five.