A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August