Imagination droops her pinion. |
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy. |
In general I do not draw well with literary men / not that I dislike them but I never know what to say to them after I have praised their last publication. |
In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love |
In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love |
In short, he was a perfect cavalier, / And to his very valet seemed a hero. |
In solitude, where we are least alone. |
In solitude, where we are least alone. |
In truth, he was a noble steed. |
Indigestion is - that inward fate which makes all Styx through one small liver flow |
It is a hard although a common case To find our children running restive- they In whom our brightest days we would retrace, Our little selves reform'd in finer clay, Just as old age is creeping on apace, And clouds come o'er the sunset of our day, Th |
It is by far the most elegant worship, hardly excepting the Greek mythology. What with incense, pictures, statues, altars, shrines, relics, and the real presence, confession, absolution, -- there is something sensible to grasp at. Besides, it leaves no possibility of doubt; for those who swallow their Deity, really and truly, in transubstantiation, can hardly find any thing else otherwise than easy of digestion. |
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship |
It is not for minds like ours to give or to receive flatter; yet the praises of sincerity have ever been permitted to the voice of friendship |
It is not one man nor a million, but the spirit of liberty that must be preserved. The waves which dash upon the shore are, one by one, broken, but the ocean conquers nevertheless. It overwhelms the Armada, it wears out the rock. In like manner, whatever the struggle of individuals, the great cause will gather strength. |