So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that gentlest be!

How silent are the winds!

Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.

A single star is rising in the east, and from afar sheds a most tremulous lustre; silent Night doth wear it like a jewel on her brow.

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!

Most writers steal a good thing when they can, and when 'Tis safely got 'Tis worth the winning. The worst of 't is we now and then detect em, they ever dream that we suspect em.

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.