Who can take Death's portrait? The tyrant never sat.
Let no man trust the first false step of guilt; it hangs upon a precipice, whose steep descent in last perdition ends.
Friendship's the wine of life.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?