Date: 1815

One may be a "groveling slave of sense" (e.g., a miser or a epicure)

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"Is Man to say--I've reach'd the goal, / I'll now dismiss th'imprison'd soul; / With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"With my own hand I'll ope the way / From its base tenement of clay; / Tir'd of its suff'rings here below, / I'll loose it from this scene of woe; / I'll prune its wings and let it fly, / To seek again its native sky."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"Fancy will sometimes take the lead / And play its part in Reason's stead."

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"I know full well you cannot steel / Your breast, against the pains I feel"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1815

"E'en now we see the human mind, / On many strange occasions blind"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)