Visits Are Insatiable Devourers Of Time, And

Twere Better To Be Born A Stone Of Ruder Shape, And Feeling None, Than With A Tenderness Like Mine And Sensibilities So Fine! Ah, Hapless Wretch! Condemn'd To Dwell Forever In My Native Shell, Ordained To Move When Others Please, Not For My Own Content Or Ease; But Toss'd And Buffeted About, Now In The Water And Now Out.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

If My Resolution To Be A Great Man Was Half So Strong As It Is To Despise The Shame Of Being A Little One.

And, Of All Lies (be That One Poet's Boast) / The Lie That Flatters I Abhor The Most.