The Great Cause Of Revolutions Is This,

A Few More Years Will Destroy Whatever Yet Remains Of That Magical Potency Which Once Belonged To The Name Of Byron.

Nobles By The Right Of An Earlier Creation, And Priests By The Imposition Of A Mightier Hand.

[i Can] Scarcely Write Upon Mathematics Or Mathematicians. Oh For Words To Express My Abomination Of The Science.

Grief, Which Disposes Gentle Natures To Retirement, To Inaction, And To Meditation, Only Makes Restless Spirits More Restless.

Satire Is, Indeed, The Only Sort Of Composition In Which The Latin Poets Whose Works Have Come Down To Us Were Not Mere Imitators Of Foreign Models; And It Is Therefore The Sort Of Composition In Which They Have Never Been Excelled.