'Twas strange that one so young should thus concern His brain about the action of the sky; If you think 'twas philosophy that this did, I can't help thinking puberty assisted.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

There is no instinct like that of the heart.