The Sweeter Sound Of Woman's Praise.

I Shall Cheerfully Bear The Reproach Of Having Descended Below The Dignity Of History.

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.

We Deplore The Outrages Which Accompany Revolutions. But The More Violent The Outrages, The More Assured We Feel That A Revolution Was Necessary.

A Man Possessed Of Splendid Talents, Which He Often Abused, And Of A Sound Judgment, The Admonitions Of Which He Often Neglected; A Man Who Succeeded Only In An Inferior Department Of His Art, But Who In That Department Succeeded Pre-eminently.

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