What judgment I had increases rather than diminishes; and thoughts, such as they are, come crowding in so fast upon me, that my only difficulty is to choose or reject; to run them into verse or to give them the other harmony of prose.

One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Jealousy's a proof of love, But 'tis a weak and unavailing medicine; It puts out the disease and makes it show, But has no power to cure.

Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!

Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.

She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age.