My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief, Are mine alone!

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses - that man your navy, and recruit your army - that have enabled you to defy the world, and can also defy you when neglect and calamity have driven them to despair. You may call the people a mob; but do not forget that a mob too often speaks the sentiments of the people.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

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

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.