A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

History - the devil's scripture

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.