Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.