I Have Something More To

A Persian's Heaven Is Eas'ly Made: 't Is But Black Eyes And Lemonade.

I Am, In Plainer Words, A Bundle Of Prejudices - Made Up Of Likings And Dislikings.

Dream Not ... Of Having Tasted All The Grandeur And Wildness Of Fancy Till You Have Gone Mad!

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!