If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.