“Farewell! a word that must be, and hath been,-- A sound which makes us linger; yet--farewell!”

“Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear.”

“Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes and vain desires, Here, our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to…”

“Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still…”

“An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before…”

“But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.”