Others

See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.

All poets are mad.

Like watermen, that row one way and look another.

They lard their lean books with the fat of others’ works.

A loose, plain, rude writer … I call a spade a spade.

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

O saw ye bonnie Lesley,

Falsehood and delusion are allowed in no case whatsoever: But, as in the exercise of all the virtues, there is an economy of truth.

Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.

Yet my great-grandfather was but a waterman, looking one way, and rowing another.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature, the oldest.

When it was written, God and Robert

There’s a great text in Galatians,

O lyric Love, half-angel and half-bird.

All her hair

With shrieking and squeaking

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,

Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain.

Shakespeare unlocked his heart,’ once more!

Shakespeare unlocked his heart,’ once more!