My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore, All ashes to the taste.

And then he danced,-all foreigners excel the serious Angels in the eloquence of pantomime;-he danced, I say, right well, with emphasis, and a'so with good sense-a thing in footing indispensable: he danced without theatrical pretence, not like a ballet-master in the van of his drill'd nymphs, but like a gentleman.