For all we know that English people are/ Fed upon beef - I won't say much of beer/ Because 'tis liquor only, and being far/ From this my subject, has no business here;/ We know too, they are very fond of war,/ A pleasure - like all pleasures - rather dear;/ So were the Cretans - from which I infer/ That beef and battle both were owing her

I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war.

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.