Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

I can't but say it is an awkward sight To see one's native land receding through The growing waters; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.

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

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

Accursed be the city where the laws would stifle nature's!

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.