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

I really cannot know whether I am or am not the Genius you are pleased to call me, but I am very willing to put up with the mistake, if it be one.

But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

Who then will explain the explanation?

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.

I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South