Without One Friend, Above All Foes, Britannia

Could He With Reason Murmur At His Case, Himself Sole Author Of His Own Disgrace?

Men Deal With Life As Children With Their Play, Who First Misuse, Then Cast Their Toys Away.

Oh To Have A Lodge In Some Vast Wilderness. Where Rumors Of Oppression And Deceit, Of Unsuccessful And Successful Wars May Never Reach Me Anymore.

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.

The Man To Solitude Accustom'd Long, Perceives In Everything That Lives A Tongue; Not Animals Alone, But Shrubs And Trees Have Speech For Him, And Understood With Ease, After Long Drought When Rains Abundant Fall, He Hears The Herbs And Flowers Rejoicing All.