Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.
Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.