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

"Mwyaf y brys, mwyaf y rhwystr."

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

"The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear."

"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…"

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

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

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

"In records that defy the tooth of time."