Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

Life is too short for chess.

Friendship is Love without his wings!