“The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.”

“Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?”

“The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails fastened by the masters of assemblies.”

“A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling…”

“But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the…”

“The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;…”