I Deny Nothing, But Doubt Everything.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

Happiness Was Born A Twin.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An Hour!

Such Is Your Cold Coquette, Who Can't Say "no," And Won't Say "yes," And Keeps You On And Off-ing On A Lee-shore, Till It Begins To Blow, Then Sees Your Heart Wreck'd, With An Inward Scoffing.