The schoolmaster is termed, classically, Ludi Magister, because he deprives boys of their play.

Who o'er the herd would wish to reign, Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain! Vain as the leaf upon the stream, And fickle as a changeful dream; Fantastic as a woman's mood, And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood. Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh who would wish to be thy king!

I was born a Scotsman and a bare one. Therefore I was born to fight my way in the world.

Welcome as the flowers in May.

Time rolls his ceaseless course.

He that would soothe sorrow must not argue on the vanity of the most deceitful hopes.

Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.