When people say, "I've told you fifty times," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," They make you dread that they'll recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, but then, no doubt, it equally as true is, a good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.