“I am his Highness' dog at Kew;Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?”

“Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than of friends.”

“Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.”

“For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.”

“Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.”

“If I am right, Thy grace impartStill in the right to stay;If I am wrong, O, teach my heartTo find that better way!”

“Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd,Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd.Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies:O write it not, my hand - the name appearsAlready written - wash it out, my tears!In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays,Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.”