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."

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.

I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

For axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses.

O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge - I have none, and yet the Evening listens.