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But when the deafening billows foam
In madness o'er the pathless sea,
Then let thy pilgrim fancy roam
Across them—and remember me!
Everett. 


Amidst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men
To hear, to see, to fee!, and to possess,
And roam along the world's tired denizen;
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kind consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less,
Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this, is solitude!
Byron. 


There cannot be a greater treachery, than first to raise a confidence, and then betray it.


How cruel is a cool temper after fury ! how different are the points of sight on the same object! In the horror of despair ferocity is taken for courage, and the fear of suffering for firmness of mind. Let a look, a surprise call us back to ourselves, and we find that weakness only was the principle of our heroism, that repentance is the fruit of it, and contempt the recompence. The knowledge of my fault, is the most severe punishment