For shame, dear friend, renounce this canting strai …
What would'st thou have a good great man obtain?
Place? titles? salary? a gilded chain?

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be?—
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;

Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast:

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been

Are there two things, of all which men possess,
That are so like each other and so near,
As mutual Love seems like to Happiness?