There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life, and if Virtue is not its own reward, I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.

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.

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.