My Native Land, Good Night!

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

If I Could Always Read, I Should Never Feel The Want Of Company.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

I Am Not Now That Which I Have Been.