Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

A feast not profuse but elegant; more of salt [refinement] than of expense.

Admire, exult, despise, laugh, weep for here There is such matter for all feelings: Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer - In health - when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.