Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

The Traveller. Line 386.

Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,

To traverse climes beyond the western main;

Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,

And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.

The Traveller. Line 409.

Vain, very vain, my weary search to find

That bliss which only centres in the mind.

The Traveller. Line 423.