Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Your thief looks Exactly like the rest, or rather better; 'Tis only at the bar, and in the dungeon, That wise men know your felon by his features.

Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.

Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.