Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

Great talent has always a little madness mixed up with it.

In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

It was in the beginning of the month of November, 17--, when a young English gentleman, who had just left the university of Oxford, made use of the liberty afforded him, to visit some parts of the north of England; and curiosity extended his tour into the adjacent frontier of the sister country.

To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.