She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaud...
Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
I am never long even in the society of her I love without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is pass'd in sleep.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.
Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes The Bores and the Bored.
A little curly-headed good-for-nothing And mischief-making monkey from his birth.
And after all what is a lie? Tis but The truth in masquerade.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
I have not loved the world nor the world me I have not flatter'd its rank breath nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee.
Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal though no more though fallen great!
Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?
A mighty mass of brick and smoke and shipping Dirty and dusty but as wide as eye Could reach with here and there a sail just skipping In sight then lost amidst the forestry Of masts a wildernes...
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn when Youth and Pleasure meet.
Letter-writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.
In her first passion woman loves her lover In all the others all she loves is love.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart 'Tis woman's whole existence.