It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings