Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

Not to admire, is all the art I know To make men happy, or to keep them so. Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago; And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach From his translation; but had none admired, Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?

In general I do not draw well with literary men -- not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

The very best of vineyards is the cellar

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.