As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.
A field of glory is a field for all.
The season when to come, and when to go, to sing, or cease to sing, we never know.
Cavil you may, but never criticise.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
There are certain times when most people are in a disposition of being informed, and 'tis incredible what a vast good a little truth might do, spoken in such seasons.