Great wits are sure to madness near allied - And thin partitions do their bounds divide |
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. |
He [Chaucer] is a perpetual fountain of good sense. |
He [Shakespeare] was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul . . . He was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature; he looked inwards, and found her there. |
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear. |
He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him. |
He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me |
He raised a mortal to the skies; / She drew an angel down. |
He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, and whistled as he went, for want of a thought |
He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. |
He who purposes to be an author, should first be a student. |
He who trusts secrets to a servant makes him his master |
He who would search for pearls must dive below. |
Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I |
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. |