I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

The Cardinal is at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.

Where are the forms the sculptor's soul hath seized? In him alone, Can nature show as fair?

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!