The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

He is no lawyer who cannot take two sides.

Is it a stale remark to say that I have constantly found the interest excited at a playhouse to bear an exact inverse proportion to the price paid for admission?

Dr Parr...asked him, how he had acquired his power of smoking at such a rate? Lamb replied, 'I toiled after it, sir, as some men toil after virtue.'

Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.