Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Dreams Are But Interludes That Fancy Makes... Sometimes Forgotten Things, Long Cast Behind Rush Forward In The Brain, And Come To Mind.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.