Fattened in vice, so callous and so gross, he sins and sees not, senseless of his loss.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
A happy genius is the gift of nature.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Love is love's reward.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.