Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

I am no Platonist, I am nothing at all; but I would sooner be a Paulician, Manichean, Spinozist, Gentile, Pyrrhonian, Zoroastrian, than one of the seventy-two villainous sects who are tearing each other to pieces for the love of the Lord and hatred of each other.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

Critics are already made.

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.

The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space.