You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

Autumn is no time to lie alone

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

There is more here than meets the eye.

Some ... have imagined that by arousing a baseless suspicion in the mind of the beloved we can revive a waning devotion. But this experiment is very dangerous. Those who recommend it are confident that so long as resentment is groundless one need only suffer it in silence and all will soon be well. I have observed however that this is by no means the case.

It is indeed in many ways more comfortable to belong to that section of society whose action are not publicly canvassed and discussed

How much the more in judging of the human heart should we distrust all fashionable airs and graces, all tricks and smartness, learnt only to please the outward gaze