When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.

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