From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue; I could see no end of my possessions; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me.

She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.