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

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

Retirement accords with the tone of my mind; I will not descend to a world I despise.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.