What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.

The light that lies In woman's eyes.

Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.

Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

You may derive thoughts from others; your way of thinking, the mould in which your thoughts are cast, must be your own.

Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.