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• 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
• A little round, fat, oily man of God.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 69...
• A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto i, Stanza 68...
• Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise, of health.
  -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- The Castle of Indolence, Canto ii, Stanza 55...
• 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...
• 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...
• O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O! -- James Thomson (1700-1748) -- Sophonisba, Act iii, Sc. 2
• Years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb, And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto iii, Stanza 8...