He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.

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.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

Tis the perception of the beautiful, A fine extension of the faculties, Platonic, universal, wonderful, Drawn from the stars, and filtered through the skies, Without which life would be extremely dull

The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.

Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of our glory; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.