The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations Preface

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
‘Ulysses’ (1842) l. 44
Every moment dies a man,
Every moment one is born.
‘The Vision of Sin’ (1842) pt. 4, st. 9.
I grow in worth, and wit, and sense,
Unboding critic-pen,
Or that eternal want of pence,
Which vexes public men.
‘Will Waterproof’s Lyrical Monologue’ (1842) st. 6
A land of settled government,
A land of just and old renown,
Where Freedom slowly broadens down
From precedent to precedent.
‘You ask me, why, though ill at ease’ (1842) st. 3
A louse in the locks of literature.
Said of Churton Collins to Edmund Gosse, in Evan Charteris ‘Life and Letters of Sir Edmund Gosse’ (1931)
ch. 14
8.19 Terence c.190-159 B.C.
Hinc illae lacrimae.
Hence all those tears shed.
‘Andria’ l. 126
Amantium irae amoris integratio est.