A Briton even in love should be A subject, not a slave!
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.
The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.