"Britannia’s daughters, much more fair than nice, Too fond of admiration, lose their price; Worn in the public eye, gi…"

"Indien gij iets doet, doe het dan goed."

"Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue."

"How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun."

"Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!"

"Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden scepter o'er a slumber…"

"Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunnin…"

"In records that defy the tooth of time."

"Great let me call him, for he conquered me."

"Life is the desert, life the solitude; Death joins us to the great majority."