I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

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

So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.

My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it.