Come away; poverty's catching.

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.

A brave world, sir, full of religion, knavery, and change: we shall shortly see better days.

As love is the most noble and divine passion of the soul, so is it that to which we may justly attribute all the real satisfactions of life, and without it, man is unfinished, and unhappy.

Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way.

Here lies a Proof that Wit can never be Defence enough against Mortality

I value fame as much as if I had been born a Hero.