A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country!
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
The nurse sleeps sweetly, hired to watch the sick, / whom, snoring, she disturbs.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me: hell might afford my miseries a shelter; therefore hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all bolted against me.