Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.