In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

Great oaks grow from little acorns. He has a green thumb. He has green fingers. He's sowing his wild oats. Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand, And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.

The grave unites; where e'en the great find rest, And blended lie th' oppressor and th' oppressed!

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skillful hands; in unskillful, the most mischievous.

Is not absence death to those who love?

The pure and noble, the graceful and dignified, simplicity of language is nowhere in such perfection as in the Scriptures and Homer. The whole book of Job, with regard both to sublimity of thought and morality, exceeds, beyond all comparison, the most noble parts of Homer.