Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

To pardon those absurdities in ourselves which we cannot suffer in others is neither better nor worse than to be more willing to be fools ourselves than to have others so.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.

What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.

The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.