Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
He learned the arts of riding, fencing, gunnery, And how to scale a fortress - or a nunnery.
Life is too short for chess.
It has been said that the immortality of the soul is a grand peut-tre -but still it is a grand one. Everybody clings to it -the stupidest, and dullest, and wickedest of human bipeds is still persuaded that he is immortal.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane