"Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate, Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore; Long labours both by sea and land he bore."

"Love is lord of all, and is in all the same."

"My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life: A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood."

"Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love."

"A Heroick Poem, truly such, is undoubtedly the greatest Work which the Soul of Man is capable to perform."

"Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He rais’d a mortal to the skies; She drew an angel down."

"Timotheus, to his breathing flute, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire."

"And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy."

"Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again."

"Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honor but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth thy winning. Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee."

"For pity melts the mind to love."

"Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes."

"Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain."

"Drinking is the soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain."

"Bacchus, ever fair and ever young."

"Sound the trumpets; beat the drums... Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes."

"With ravished ears The monarch hears; Assumes the god, Affects the nod, And seems to shake the spheres."

"Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair."

"I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more."

"This is the porcelain clay of humankind."

"The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine."

"Whistling to keep myself from being afraid."

"A knockdown argument: 'tis but a word and a blow."

"She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair."

"Indulge, and to thy genius freely give; For not to live at ease, is not to live. Death stalks behind thee, and each flying hour Does some loose remnant of thy life devour. Live, while thou liv'st; for death will make us all A name, a nothing but an old wife's tale."

"I well believe, thou wouldst be great as he; For every man's a fool to that degree: All wish the dire prerogative to kill; Ev'n they would have the power who want the will."

"Look round the habitable world: how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue."

"I am reading Jonson's verses to the memory of Shakespeare; an insolent, sparing, and invidious panegyric."

"For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind."

"Possess your soul with patience."

"Secret guilt by silence is betrayed."

"T' abhor the makers, and their laws approve, Is to hate traitors and the treason love."

"For present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good."

"Jealousy, the jaundice of the soul."

"War seldom enters but where wealth allures."

"All have not the gift of martyrdom."

"As long as words a different sense will bear, And each may be his own interpreter, Our airy faith will no foundation find; The word's a weathercock for every wind."

"Too black for heav'n, and yet too white for hell."

"And kind as kings upon their coronation day."

"Reason to rule, mercy to forgive: The first is law, the last prerogative."

"Of all the tyrannies on human kind The worst is that which persecutes the mind."

"For truth has such a face and such a mien As to be loved needs only to be seen."

"And doomed to death, though fated not to die."

"She feared no danger, for she knew no sin."

"So, when the last and dreadful Hour This crumbling Pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And musick shall untune the Sky."

"The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers."

"The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms."

"What passion cannot Music raise and quell?"

"From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, 'Arise, ye more than dead!' Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man."