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

But of all Nonsense, Religious Nonsense is the most nonsensical; so enough, & more than enough of it - Only, by the bye, will you, or can you tell me, my dear Cunningham, why a religioso turn of mind has always a tendency to narrow and illiberalise the heart?

Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.

Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

Suspense is worst than disappointment.

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.

How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.