It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.