Great For Good, Or Great For Evil.

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

Suspense Is Worse Than Disappointment.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.