English Poet and Prose Writer
"When the mind loses its feeling for elegance, it grows corrupt and groveling, and seeks in the crowd what ought to be found at home."
"Wherever there is excessive wealth, there is also in its train excessive poverty, as where the sun is highest, the shade is deepest."
"Why, why repine, my pensive friend, at pleasures slipp'd away? Some the stern Fates will never lend, and all refuse to stay. I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass, I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; 'twere vain; in this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again."
"Wisdom consisteth not in knowing many things, nor even in knowing them thoroughly; but in choosing and in following what conduces the most certainly to our lasting happiness and true glory."
"Years, many parti-colour’d years, some have crept on, and some have flown since first before me fell those tears I never could see fall alone. Years, not so many, are to come, years not so varied, when from you one more will fall: when, carried home, I see it not, nor hear Adieu."
"You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, by every word and smile deceived. Another man would hope no more; nor hope I what I hoped before: but let not this last wish be vain; deceive, deceive me once again!"