Despair and Genius are too oft connected

Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.

Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

The thorns which I have reap'd are of the tree I planted; they have torn me, and I bleed. I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.