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• A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 68...
• Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 30...
• Scoundrel maxim. -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 30
• Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise, of health.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto ii, Stanza 55...
• O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 26...
• A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye
  And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky...
• I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky Through which Aurora shows her brightening face
  You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve...
• The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iv, Stanza 69...
• Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; 'T is woman's whole existence.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Don Juan, Canto i, Stanza 194...