"Near this spot Are deposited the Remains of one Who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery If inscribed over human ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of BOATSWAIN, a DOG"

"In secret we met In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? With silence and tears."

"When we two parted In silence and tears, Half brokenhearted, To sever for years."

"I only know we loved in vain; I only feel — farewell! farewell!"

"Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky."

"Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight."

"Mr Congreve... would make many brilliant hits – half a dozen in a night sometimes – but like sharpshooters, when they had fired their shot they were obliged to retire under cover till their pieces were loaded again."

"O, she is the antidote to desire."

"Thou art a retailer of phrases, and dost deal in remnants of remnants, like a maker of pincushions; thou art in truth (metaphorically speaking) a speaker of shorthand."

"Let us be very strange and well-bred: Let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while; And as well-bred as if we were not married at all."

"I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country."

"If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me."

"Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined."

"Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved."

"They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week."

"For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds."

"Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd; Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd."

"Musick has Charms to sooth a savage Breast, To soften Rocks, or bend a knotted Oak. I've read, that things inanimate have mov'd, And, as with living Souls, have been inform'd, By Magick Numbers and persuasive Sound. What then am I? Am I more senseless grown Than Trees, or Flint? O force of constant Woe! 'Tis not in Harmony to calm my Griefs. Anselmo sleeps, and is at Peace; last Night The silent Tomb receiv'd the good Old King; He and his Sorrows now are safely lodg'd Within its cold, but hospitable Bosom. Why am not I at Peace?"

"'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the education is a little too pedantic for a gentleman."

"Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing."

"Women are like tricks by sleight of hand, Which, to admire, we should not understand."

"I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where."

"O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell."

"I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar."

"Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude."

"I warrant you, if he danced till doomsday, he thought I was to pay the piper."

"Thou liar of the first magnitude."

"And the prettiest foot! Oh, if a man could but fasten his eyes to her feet, as they steal in and out, and play at bo-peep under her petticoats!"

"Now will I, in my old way, discover the whole and real truth of the matter to him, that he may not suspect one word on’t."

"Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools."

"Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom."

"It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind."

"Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure."

"Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive."

"Eternity was in that moment."

"If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable."

"I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull."

"Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days."

"In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me, for she never speaks well of me herself, nor suffers any body else to rail at me."

"Pious Selinda goes to Pray’rs, If I but ask the Favour; And yet the tender Fool’s in Tears, When she believes I’ll leave her.Wou’d I were free from Restraint, Or else had Hopes to win her; Wou’d she cou’d make of me a Saint, Or I of her a Sinner."

"Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise."

"Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, And black despair succeeds brown study."

"Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected."

"Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly, A poor unhappy Maid; To hopeless Love and Misery By my own Heart betray’d?"

"Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim."

"Then, what is Life?"

"... why God made irreconcilable Good and the means of good."

"... they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought —their lore Taught them not this, to know themselves; their might Could not repress the mystery within."

"I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; — Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside with Sorrow. — You with the unpaid bill, Despair, — You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care, — I will pay you in the grave, — Death will listen to your stave."

"Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs — To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music lest it should not find An echo in another's mind."