Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

I cannot conceive why people will always mix up my own character and opinions with those of the imaginary beings which, as a poet, I have the right and liberty to draw.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.