āI had a lovers quarrel with the world.ā
āLet those possess the land, and only those,Who love it with a love so strong and stupidThat they may be abused and taken advantage ofAnd made fun of by business, law, and art.ā
āThe fact is the sweetest dream that labor knows.ā
āTo be social is to be forgiving.ā
āAs a confirmed astronomerI'm always for a better sky.ā
āI only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest.ā
āAway, you cut-purse rascal! you filthy bung, away! By this wine, I'll thrust my knife in your mouldy chaps, an you play the saucy cuttle with me. Away, you bottle-ale rascal! you basket-hilt stale juggler, you!ā
āCry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!ā
āWar is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.ā