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| Clime of the unforgotten brave! / Whose land from plain to mountain-cave / Was Freedom's home or Glory's grave! | | Uncategorized | |
| Comus all allows; / Champagne, dice, music or your neighbour's spouse. | | Uncategorized | |
| Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Dark-heaving - boundless, endless, and sublime, / The image of eternity, the throne / Of the Invisible. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Dear Doctor, I have read your play, / Which is a good one in its way, - / Purges the eyes and moves the bowels, / And drenches handkerchiefs like towels. | | Uncategorized | |
| Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: and yet a third of Life is passed in sleep | | Death and dying | |
| Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, / Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;/ On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; / No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet / To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet. | | Uncategorized | |
| Dreading that climax of all human ills, / The inflammation of his weekly bills. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Every day confirms my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life -- and if Virtue is not its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it. | | Uncategorized | |
| Every sense hath been o'erstrung, and each frail fibre of the brain sent forth her thoughts all wild and wide | | Senses | |
| Explaining metaphysics to the nation - / I wish he would explain his explanation. | | Uncategorized | |
| Fame is the thirst of youth. | | Fame | |
| Fare thee well! and if for ever, / Still for ever, fare thee well. | | Uncategorized | |
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| For Freedom's battle once begun, / Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, / Though baffled oft is ever won. | | Uncategorized | |
| For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour. | | Uncategorized | |
