I Always Get The Better When I

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

Every Want That Stimulates The Breast Becomes A Source Of Pleasure When Redressed.

A Man Who Leaves Home To Mend Himself And Others Is A Philosopher; But He Who Goes From Country To Country, Guided By The Blind Impulse Of Curiosity, Is A Vagabond.

The Way To Acquire Lasting Esteem Is Not By The Fewness Of A Writer's Faults, But The Greatness Of His Beauties, And Our Noblest Works Are Generally Most Replete With Both.

Where'er I Roam, Whatever Realms To See, My Heart Untravelled, Fondly Turns To Thee; Still To My Brother Turns, With Ceaseless Pain, And Drags At Each Remove A Lengthening Chain.