Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.

I shall be but a shrimp of an author.

Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.

Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,-but far above the great.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Men will believe anything at all provided they are under no obligation to believe it.