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.

'Twas but a dream, yet by my heart I knew, Which still was panting, part of it was true: Oh how I strove the rest to have believed; Ashamed and angry to be undeceived!

That perfect tranquillity of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.

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.

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.