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.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.

I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.