His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.

How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light.

Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

Spare feast! a radish and an egg.

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd / Long since.

Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.