“[From Lee, a dramatist]: Ah! the poet hath no true hope, who doth not place it in the many, and in the feeling of the common multitude.”

“Ah, minstrel song hath many wings!
From foreign lands its wealth it brings.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

“What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour? what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no.”

William Shakespeare (1564–1616) English playwright and poet

“Who shall say
The love of genius is a common thing,
Such as the many feel—half selfishness,
Half vanity?—for genius is divine,
And, like a god, doth turn its dwelling-place
Into a temple; and the heart redeem'd
By its fine influence is immortal shrine
For love's divinity.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

“To persons whose pursuits are insulated from the common business of life—who are either in advance of mankind or apart from it—there often comes a sensation of moral cold that makes the spirit shiver as if it had reached the frozen solitudes around the pole. What the prophet, the poet, the reformer, the criminal, or any other man with human yearnings, but separated from the multitude by a peculiar lot, might feel, poor Owen felt.”

Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804–1864) American novelist and short story writer (1804 – 1879)

“Many a true word hath been spoken in jest.”

William Shakespeare King Lear

“He who hath many friends hath none.”

Aristotle (-384–-321 BC) Classical Greek philosopher, student of Plato and founder of Western philosophy

“The poets make Fame a monster. They describe her in part finely and elegantly, and in part gravely and sententiously. They say, look how many feathers she hath, so many eyes she hath underneath; so many tongues; so many voices; she pricks up so many ears.”

Francis Bacon (1561–1626) English philosopher, statesman, scientist, jurist, and author

“The happiest day — the happiest hour
My sear'd and blighted heart hath known,
The highest hope of pride and power,
I feel hath flown.”

Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) American author, poet, editor and literary critic

“I held that Love
Which chooseth from a thousand only one,
To be the object of that tenderness
Natural to every heart; which can resign
Its own best happiness for one dear sake;
Can bear with absence; hath no part in Hope,—
For Hope is somewhat selfish, Love is not,—
And doth prefer another to itself.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist