In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is Life For Life.

Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But Be Chaste.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.

What Is The End Of Fame? 'tis But To Fill A Certain Portion Of Uncertain Paper: Some Liken It To Climbing Up A Hill, Whose Summit, Like All Hills, Is Lost In Vapour: For This Men Write, Speak, Preach, And Heroes Kill, And Bards Burn What They Call Their "midnight Taper," To Have, When The Original Is Dust, A Name, A Wretched Picture, And Worse Bust.