See yonder rock from which the fountain gushes; is it less compact of adamant, though waters flow from it? Firm hearts have moister eyes.
Where is the coward that would not dare to fight for such a land as Scotland?
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung.
But with morning cool repentance came.
Ridicule often checks what is absurd, and fully as often smothers that which is noble.
What a strange scene if the surge of conversation could suddenly ebb like the tide, and show us the real state of people’s minds.
What skilful limner e’er would choose To paint the rainbow’s varying hues, Unless to mortal it were given To dip his brush in dyes of heaven?
Covetousness bursts the sack and spills the grain.
Stood for his country’s glory fast, And nailed her colors to the mast!
The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there Would grace a summer’s queen.
From my experience, not one in twenty marries the first love; we build statues of snow and weep to see them melt.
I was not always a man of woe.
Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish.
Oh, poverty parts good company.
Good even, good fair moon, good even to thee. I prithee, dear moon, now show to me the form and the features, the speech and degree, of the man that true lover of mine shall be.
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!
Ambition is no cure for love!
We do that in our zeal our calmer moment would be afraid to answer.