An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.
To live in the hearts of others is not to die
Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.