In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
God wisheth none should wreck on a strange shelf: To him man's dearer than to himself.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
You learn nothing about someone by the way they win the fight, you learn everything about the way they lose and keep coming back.
O! How vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.
I am beholden to calumny, that she hath so endeavored to belie me.-It shall make me set a surer guard on myself, and keep a better watch upon my actions.