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• On a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billows Assail the stern rock
  and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows, Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave....
• On parent knees, a naked new-born child, Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled
  So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep....
• Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd
  Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee...
• Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
  Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!...
• This is thy hour, O Soul; Thy free flight into the wordless Away from books, from art.
  The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully forth emerging, Silent, gazing....
• In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Spectator, No. 68...
• Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee
  Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues....
• The Commandments of the EE: 9: Trifle thee not with radioactive tubes and substances lest thou commence to glow in the dark like a lightning bug
  and thy wife be frustrated and have not further use for thee except for thy wages....
• Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.
  -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- Of Solitude, vii...