Englishmen Are Said To Love Their Laws;

It Would Be Difficult To Determine Whether The Age Is Growing Better Or Worse; For I Think Our Plays Are Growing Like Sermons, And Our Sermons Like Plays.

When One By One Our Ties Are Torn, And Friend From Friend Is Snatched Forlorn; When Man Is Left Alone To Mourn, Oh! Then How Sweet It Is To Die!

It Is, In Truth, The Most Absurd Of All Suppositions, That A Human Being Can Be Educated, Or Even Nourished And Brought Up, Without Imbibing Numberless Prejudices From Every Thing Which Passes Around Him.

The World Has Little To Bestow Where Two Fond Hearts In Equal Love Are Joined.

So Fades A Summer Cloud Away; So Sinks The Gale When Storms Are O'er; So Gently Shuts The Eye Of Day; So Dies A Wave Along The Shore.