Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

I Attended [sir Humphry] Davy's Lectures To Renew My Stock Of Metaphors.

You See How This House Of Commons Has Begun To Verify All The Ill Prophecies That Were Made Of It - Low, Vulgar, Meddling With Everything, Assuming Universal Competency, And Flattering Every Base Passion - And Sneering At Everything Noble Refined And Truly National. The Direct Tyranny Will Come On By And By, After It Shall Have Gratified The Multitude With The Spoil And Ruin Of The Old Institutions Of The Land.

O Let Me Be Awake, My God! Or Let Me Sleep Alway.

People Of Humor Are Always In Some Degree People Of Genius.

A Spring Of Love Gush'd From My Heart, And I Bless'd Them Unaware.