I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

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.

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.