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

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

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.

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

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

Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.