What are fears but voices airy?Whispering harm where harm is not.And deluding the unwaryTill the fatal bolt is shot!

That best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.

Fears and fancies thick upon me came.

When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense.

The waves beside them danced; but they/ Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:/ A poet could not but be gay,/ In such a jocund company.