'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

I Cannot Help Thinking That The Menace Of Hell Makes As Many Devils As The Severe Penal Codes Of Inhuman Humanity Make Villains.

A Mistress Never Is Nor Can Be A Friend. While You Agree, You Are Lovers; And When It Is Over, Anything But Friends.

I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But The Hour's Gone By When Albion's Lessening Shores Could Grieve Or Glad Mine Eye.