Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place,

The Sight Of Blood To Crowds Begets The Thirst Of More, As The First Wine-cup Leads To The Long Revel.

Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which Found No Mortal Resting-place So Fair As Thine Ideal Breast.

That Low Vice, Curiosity!

A Thirst For Gold, The Beggar's Vice, Which Can But Overwhelm The Meanest Hearts.

Switzerland Is A Curst, Selfish, Swinish Country Of Brutes, Placed In The Most Romantic Region Of The World.