A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?
Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.
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.
Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.