For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength.

That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.