But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.