Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat's flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on.

And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.

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.

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

I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.

It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?