A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
That low vice, curiosity!
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.
Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.
Happiness was born a twin.
What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?