Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue

Nothing So Fretful, So Despicable As A Scribbler, See What I Am, And What A Parcel Of Scoundrels I Have Brought About My Ears, And What Language I Have Been Obliged To Treat Them With To Deal With Them In Their Own Way; - All This Comes Of Authorship.

Father Of Light! Great God Of Heaven! Hear'st Thou The Accents Of Despair? Can Guilt Like Man's Be E'er Forgiven? Can Vice Atone For Crimes By Prayer.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Reason Is So Unreasonable, That Few People Can Say They Are In Possession Of It.

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.