"Wild mares' milk nurst him on the mountaines' gorse, Which gave him strength and stomach like a horse; Goats' flesh matur'd him, kill'd on craggy tops, Which taught him to mount rampiers like those rocks."

"Thou drank'st but what thou pist for thrice seven dayes."

"A beare as black as darknesse, and as fell As tyger, vast as the black dog of hell."

"Thy immortality Neptune thou must resigne, if I come thither: One sea may not containe us both together."

"Hearts of oak."

"Here's no place to fly, Come friends, let's bravely live or bravely die."

"Sing thy armes (Bellona) and the man's Whose mighty deeds out-did great Tamberlan's."

"Nor waves nor winds could fright him with the motion Who thought he could containe and pisse an ocean."

"Nowadays people read history with the simple desire to obtain accurate information upon all points connected both with the public and private life of their forefathers, and demand rather a digest of authentic records than a literary essay."

""Gods me! how now! what present have we here?” “A Book that stood in peril of the press; But now it’s past those pikes, and doth appear To keep the lookers on from heaviness.” “What stuff contains it?”—“Fustian, perfect spruce. Wit’s gallimalfry, or wit fried in steaks.” “From whom came it, a God’s name?”—“From his Muse, (Oh do not tell!) that still your favour seeks.” “And who is that?”—“Truth that is I.”—“What I? I per se I, great I, you would say.”—“No! Great I indeed you well may say; but I Am little i, the least of all the row.”"

"I love him not; but shew no reason can Wherefore, but this, I do not love the man."

"For every marriage then is best in tune, When that the wife is May, the husband June."

"Oh Hell of ships and cities, Hell of men like me, Fatal second Helen, Why must I follow thee?"

"Was it so hard, Achilles, So very hard to die? Thou knowest and I know not — So much the happier I."

"I saw a man this morning Who did not wish to die; I ask and cannot answer If otherwise wish I."

"Stand in the trench, Achilles, Flame-capped, and shout for me."

"Dear Betty, come give me sweet kisses, For sweeter no girl ever gave: But why, in the midst of our blisses, Do you ask me how many I’d have? I’m not to be stinted in pleasure; Then, prithee, dear Betty, be kind, For, as I love thee beyond measure, To numbers I’ll not be confin’d."

"A little vain we both may be, Since scarce another house can show, A poet, that can sing like me; A beauty, that can charm like you."

"Before I will, pill or part Buy a ship, I'll be a sheaphart!"

"Be meeri I see a sael gif sias er a gefais i owt topsaelyw lowt tipsi gif way ar y gauafwynt kynill agynilly gwynt."

"Yet have I lived!—and lived for noble ends! My shade in glory to the shades descends."

"O! trust not to the horse, my Trojan Friends! Whate'er it means, it means but to deceive. I dread the Grecians even when they give."

"As it is generally seen, blank verse seems to be only a laborious and doubtful struggle to escape from the fangs of prose... if it ever ventures to relax into simple and natural phraseology, it instantly becomes tame and the prey of its pursuer."

"They can because they dare."

"—————————— to death's abode Prone lies the path, and facile is the road. To all who seek them open day and night, Pluto's black gates with broad access invite. But to recall the foot, retrace the way Up the dark steep, and re-assert the day— This is the labor, this the mighty feat, Achieved by few, the greatest of the great."

"And while the memory of self remains, While life's warm spirit quickens in my veins, Still shall your worth be treasured in my breast; And still Elissa's virtues be confess'd."

"Roman! be thine the sovereign arts of sway; Nobly to rule, and make the world obey: Give peace its laws; respect the prostrate foe: Abase the lofty, and exalt the low."

"Arms, and the man who first, by Fate's command, From Ilion flying, sought Italia's strand, And gain'd Lavinium, are my themes of song. Long toss'd by waves, on land he suffer'd long: From power supernal, such his doom of woe; Pursued by vengeful Juno as her foe."

"Hard is the task, O Queen! that you impose, To tear my bosom with reviving woes."

"Dire lust of gold! how mighty thy controll To bend to crime man's impotence of soul!"

"And shall I die? and unrevenged?" she said: "Yes! let me die! thus—thus I plunge in night."

"Son!" cried the weeping sire, "the wish forego, To learn what late must whelm thy house in woe. Him shall the jealous Fates but show to earth: A short bright flash between decease and birth. Too high, ye Gods! our Roman power had grown, Had this your precious gift been all our own. How shall the field of Mars lament his doom! Its plain reflecting the vast groan of Rome! Tiber! what pomps of woe shall o'er thy wave Gloom, as it murmurs by the recent grave! No youth of Troy, thus rich in early praise, So high the hope of Italy shall raise: Nor shall our Rome, 'mid all her hero-host, A son so bright in dawning glory boast. O piety! O faith of ancient strain! O hand, unconquer'd on the martial plain! On foot, or spurring his impetuous steed, The foe that met him had been sure to bleed. Ah! could'st thou, hapless boy! through fate's decree Break into age, thou should'st Marcellus be!"

"But, O ye Gods! and thou, whom gods obey, Great Jove! with pity listen as I pray! Respect the monarch's and the father's prayer! If Pallas' safety be your heavenly care; If to infold him in these arms again I live, for life I sue with all its pain. But if some dreadful fortune be design'd, Now, now, while hope still soothes my cheated mind; Ere yet the future shall its fates unfold; While thus my son, my last, sole joy, I hold; O! break life's chain at once, and let me go, By darkness shrouded, from the death of woe!"

"There is an extra loss for a Welsh poet writing in English, and that is, the longing for Welsh, the secret language.. of all the centuries of speech and song."

"If civilisation drowns"

"Listening to a Gillian Clarke poem is an intensely sensual experience, concrete as it is musical."

"There is no such thing as a silent poem."

"Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty; Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven! Feed me till I want no more."

"A poet educated to his finger tips will tend to be allusive"

"One way of looking at poetic periods is to notice what contemporary interests and knowledge penetrate the best verse written at the time and what moods are permitted in treating of these matters."

"He that cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself, for every man hath need to be forgiven."

"I must no less commend the study of anatomy, which whosoever considers, I believe will never be an atheist; the frame of man's body and coherence of his parts, being so strange and paradoxal, that I hold it to be the greatest miracle of nature."

"There [is] no little vigour and force added to words, when they are delivered in a neat and fine way, and somewhat out of the ordinary road, common and dull language relishing more of the clown than the gentleman. But herein also affectation must be avoided; it being better for a man by a native and clear eloquence to express himself, than by those words which may smell either of the lamp or inkhorn."

"A good rider on a good horse, is as much above himself and others, as this world can make him."

"Sum up at night what thou has done by day."

"Sleep, Nurse of our life, Care’s best reposer, Nature's high'st rapture, and the vision giver."

"Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch, Much less your fairest mind invade: Were not our souls immortal made Our equal loves can make them such."

"Now that the April of your youth adorns The garden of your face."

"Our life is but a dark and stormy night, To which sense yields a weak and glimmering light, While wandering Man thinks he discerneth all By that which makes him but mistake and fall."

"Toil is the law of life and its best fruit."