O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.