Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ, Knew only this-that he knew nothing yet.

Tis Love alone can make our Fetters please.

Nothing is more capable of troubling our reason, and consuming our health, than secret notions of jealousy in solitude.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even worlds themselves.

Where there is no novelty, there can be no curiosity.

Kings that made laws, first broke 'em.