Persecution Is A Tribute The Great Must

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

Embosom'd In The Deep Where Holland Lies. Methinks Her Patient Sons Before Me Stand, Where The Broad Ocean Leans Against The Land.

One Man Is Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth, And The Other With A Wooden Ladle.

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.

Eternal Blessings Crown My Earliest Friend, And Round His Dwelling Guardian Saints Attend.