With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
Tis strange,-but true; for truth is always strange; Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, How much would novels gain by the exchange! How differently the world would men behold!
We of the craft are all crazy.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Yet truth will sometimes lend her noblest fires, And decorate the verse herself inspires: This fact, in virtue's name, let Crabbe attest,- Though Nature's sternest painter, yet the best.