I Loved My Country, And I Hated

What Is Death, So It Be But Glorious? 'tis A Sunset; And Mortals May Be Happy To Resemble The Gods But In Decay.

There Is No Such Thing As A Life Of Passion Any More Than A Continuous Earthquake, Or An Eternal Fever. Besides, Who Would Ever Shave Themselves In Such A State?

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.