He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Shakespeare's name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.