Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

Much depends upon when and where you read a book. In the five or six impatient minutes before the dinner is quite ready, who would think of taking up the Faerie Queen for a stopgap, or a volume of Bishop Andrews's Sermons?

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

Philanthropy, like charity, must begin at home.

We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

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.