What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

For Thence A Paradox Which Comforts While It Mocks, - Shall Life Succeed In That It Seems To Fail: What I Aspired To Be, And Was Not, Comforts Me: A Brute I Might Have Been, But Would Not Sink I' The Scale.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

Though Rome's Gross Yoke Drops Off, No More To Be Endured, Her Teaching Is Not So Obscured By Errors And Perversities, That No Truth Shines Athwart The Lies.

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.