The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

We of the craft are all crazy.

I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.