Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man; the subject, not the citizen... The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.

Jealousy's eyes are green.

Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city

Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.