My Dear, Be A Good Man Be

I Was Not Always A Man Of Woe.

The Lover's Pleasure, Like That Of The Hunter, Is In The Chase, And The Brightest Beauty Loses Half Its Merit, As The Flower Its Perfume, When The Willing Hand Can Reach It Too Easily. There Must Be Doubt; There Must Be Difficulty And Danger.

Will Future Ages Believe That Such Stupid Bigotry Ever Existed!

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

Each Age Has Deemed The New-born Year The Fittest Time For Festal Cheer.