Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.