In death a hero, as in life a friend!

You beat your Pate, and fancy Wit will come: Knock as you please, there's no body at home.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, a maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, a clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, who pens a stanza when he should engross?

At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.

The good must merit God's peculiar care; But who but God can tell us who they are?

Truth needs not flowers of speech.

What Tully said of war may be applied to disputing: "It should be always so managed as to remember that the only true end of it is peace." But generally true disputants are like true sportsmen,--their whole delight is in the pursuit; and the disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.