I Depart, Whither I Know Not; But

Yet Truth Will Sometimes Lend Her Noblest Fires, And Decorate The Verse Herself Inspires: This Fact, In Virtue's Name, Let Crabbe Attest,- Though Nature's Sternest Painter, Yet The Best.

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would Not Be A Boy?

Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly Hope To Heal.

'twas Strange That One So Young Should Thus Concern His Brain About The Action Of The Sky; If You Think 'twas Philosophy That This Did, I Can't Help Thinking Puberty Assisted.