«How many dear companions who enlivened for us / The world's rough road are gone, each fellow traveler / Much missed; yet say not sadly: they have left us! / But rather say, with gratitude: they were.»
«Though often somewhat heavy-freighted, / The coach rolls at an easy pace; / And Time, the coachman, grizzly-pated, / But smart, alert, is in his place. We board it lightly in the morning / And on our way at once proceed; / Repose and slothful comfort scorning, / We shout: "Hey, there! G...»
«Half hero and half ignoramus, / What's more, half scoundrel, don't forget. / But on this score the man gives promise: / He's apt to make a whole one yet.»
«Though soporific not a little, / He's so pugnacious, you would think / That with a mad dog's foaming spittle / This critic thins his opiate ink.»