O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load,

My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose That's Newly Sprung In June: My Love Is Like The Melody That's Sweetly Played In Tune. How Fair Art Thou, My Bonnie Lass, So Deep In Love Am I; And I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, Till All The Seas Gang Dry. Till All The Seas Gang Dry, My Dear, And The Rocks Melt With The Sun; I Will Love Thee Still, My Dear, While The Sands Of Life Shall Run. And Fare Thee Weel, My Only Love. And Fare Thee Weel Awhile! And I Will Come Again, My Love, Though It Were Ten Thousand Mile.

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

But Of All Nonsense, Religious Nonsense Is The Most Nonsensical; So Enough, & More Than Enough Of It - Only, By The Bye, Will You, Or Can You Tell Me, My Dear Cunningham, Why A Religioso Turn Of Mind Has Always A Tendency To Narrow And Illiberalise The Heart?

While Europe's Eye Is Fix'd On Mighty Things, The Fate Of Empires And The Fall Of Kings; While Quacks Of State Must Each Produce His Plan, And Even Children Lisp The Rights Of Man; Amid This Mighty Fuss Just Let Me Mention, The Rights Of Woman Merit Some Attention.