"A retrospect of the Eighteenth-Century Essayists subsequent to the ',' ',' and ',' only serves to confirm the suprema…"

"Old books, old wine, old Nankin blue;— All things, in short, to which belong The charm, the grace that Time makes str…"

"Fame is a food that dead men eat,— I have no stomach for such meat."

"Love comes unseen,—we only see it go."

"Carry his body hence,— Kings must have slaves; Kings climb to eminence Over men's graves: So this man's eye is dim;— …"

"And round about its gray, time-eaten brow Lean letters speak—a worn and shattered row: I am a Shade: a Shadowe too ar…"

"O English girl, divine, demure, To YOU I sing!"

"All passes. ART alone Enduring stays to us: The Bust out-lasts the throne,— The Coin, Tiberius."

"The ladies of St. James’s! They’re painted to the eyes; Their white it stays forever Their red it never dies: But Phi…"

"All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big…"