There Is A Pleasure In Poetic Pains

Just Knows, And Knows No More, Her Bible True,- A Truth The Brilliant Frenchman Never Knew.

If A Great Man Struggling With Misfortunes Is A Noble Object, A Little Man That Despises Them Is No Contemptible One.

Poor England! Thou Art A Devoted Deer, Beset With Every Ill But That Of Fear. The Nations Hunt; All Mock Thee For A Prey; They Swarm Around Thee, And Thou Stand'st At Bay.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

Absence Of Occupation Is Not Rest; A Mind Quite Vacant Is A Mind Distressed.