I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.