If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

And angling too, that solitary vice, What Izaak Walton sings or says: The quaint, old, cruel coxcomb, in his gullet Should have a hook, and a small trout to pull it.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.