[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, and broke the die.

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.