To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

Revenge is sweeter than life itself.

Revenge is sweeter than life itself.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.

For men, at most, differ as heaven and earth;
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

Trust no friend with that you need fear him if he were your
enemy.

Trust no friend with that you need fear him if he were your
enemy.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

Never was anything so inconsistent.

Never was anything so inconsistent.

That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.

That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.