He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
– James Graham
I'll make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword.
– James Graham
Let them bestow on every airth a limb; Then open all my veins, that I may swim To thee, my Maker! in that crimson lake; Then place my parboiled head upon a stake - Scatter my ashes - strew them in the air; - Lord! since thou know'st where all these.
– James Graham
Love is blind and marriage is the institution for the blind.