Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!

Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."