Think Not I Am What I Appear.

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.

Ye Stars! Which Are The Poetry Of Heaven!

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

Roll On, Thou Deep And Dark Blue Ocean

That Low Vice, Curiosity!