“Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and…”

“He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was…”

“I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And…”

“Reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close…”

“Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be…”

“A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal.”