What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me, but let us part fair foes; I do believe, though I have found them not, that there may be words which are things, hopes which will not deceive, and virtues which are merciful, or weave snares for the failing: I would also deem o'er others' griefs that some sincerely grieve; that two, or one, are almost what they seem, that goodness is no name, and happiness no dream.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.

The mellow autumn came, and with it came The promised party, to enjoy its sweets. The corn is cut, the manor full of game; The pointer ranges, and the sportsman beats In russet jacket;--lynx-like is his aim; Full grows his bag, and wonderful his feats. An, nutbrown partridges! An, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

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