Thomas Chatterton

“Heaven send you many friends as rich as this, and every friend a perfect gentleman.”

“I have a horrid presentiment of futurity.”

“Sing unto my roundelay, O! drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be.”

“It is my pride, my damn'd, native, unconquerable pride, that plunges me into distraction.”

“The bigots of this iron time, Have called my harmless art a crime.”

“God has sent his creatures into the world with a spirit of free will and liberty.”

“Madness is consistent, which is more than can be said for poor reason.”

“The poverty of authors is a common complaint, and a complaint almost without redress.”