O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

By Sports Like These Are All Their Cares Beguil'd; The Sports Of Children Satisfy The Child.

Nobody With Me At Sea But Myself.

Here Let Me Sit In Sorrow For Mankind.

The Whitewash'd Wall, The Nicely Sanded Floor, The Varnish'd Clock That Click'd Behind The Door; The Chest, Contriv'd A Double Debt To Pay,- A Bed By Night, A Chest Of Drawers By Day.

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living