Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
Rich with the spoils of time.
Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
I shall be but a shrimp of an author.