Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
A mighty maze! But not without a plan.
Ah! why, ye Gods, should two and two make four?
Some people are commended for a giddy kind of good-humor, which is as much a virtue as drunkenness.
The cabinets of the sick and the closets of the dead have been ransacked to publish private letters and divulge to all mankind the most secret sentiments of friendship.