Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.