"Esse aliquos manes, et subterranea regna, Et contum, et Stygio ranas in gurgite nigras, Atque una transire vadum tot millia cymba, Nec pueri credunt, nisi qui nondum aere lavantur.

Shortly after his arrival at home, he wrote to Mr. Macvey Napier, then editor of the Edinburgh Review: "All manner of perplexities have occurred in the publishing of my poor book, which perplexities I could only cut asunder, not unloose; so the MS., like an unhappy ghost, still lingers on the wrong side of Styx: the Charon of Albemarle Street durst not risk it in his sutilis cymba, so it leaped ashore again.

like an unhappy ghost still lingers on the wrong side of Styx; the Charon of Street durst not risk it in his sutilis cymba, so it leaped ashore again."