Englishmen are said to love their laws; – that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.

Time deals gently with me; and though I feel that I descend, the slope is easy...

Nobody ought to be too old to improve: I should be sorry if I was; and I flatter myself I have already improved considerably by my travels. First, I can swallow gruel soup, egg soup, and all manner of soups, without making faces much. Secondly, I can pretty well live without tea...

Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd – of his love.

And when midst fallen London, they survey The stone where Alexander’s ashes lay, Shall own with humbled pride the lesson must By Time’s slow finger written in the dust.

So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o’er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.

Say not ‘Good-night’ but in some brighter clime, bid me ‘Good-morning.’

Children have almost an intuitive discernment between the maxims you bring forward for their use, and those by which you direct your own conduct.

Happy is he to whom, in the maturer season of life, there remains one tried and constant friend...

Forgotten rimes, and college themes, Worm-eaten plans, and embryo schemes; A mass of heterogeneous matter. A chaos dark, nor land nor water.