Yea, foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers.

Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

When a companion's heart of itself overflows, the best one can do is to do nothing.

Of all human events, perhaps, the publication of a first volume of verses is the most insignificant; but though a matter of no moment to the world, it is still of some concern to the author.

We cannibals must help these Christians.

Better be secure under one king, than exposed to violence from twenty millions of monarchs, though oneself be one of them.