And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?

He who surpasses or subdues mankind, must look down on the hate of those below.