Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

In durance vile here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

There is no truer truth obtainable By Man than comes of music.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

What is today supported by precedents will hereafter become a precedent.

And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

Sure it is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure.

Let your life be pleasing to the multitude, and it can not be so to yourself.

Self-sufficiency is the greatest of all wealth.