A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.