When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past. Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
He is the very Janus of poets; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.