All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
The present is an eternal now.
The monster London laugh at me.
It is a hard and nice subject for a man to speak of himself: it grates his own heart to say anything of disparagement, and the reader's ear to hear anything of praise from him.
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?