Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

All people have their blind side-their superstitions.

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

The trumpet does not more stun you by its loudness, than a whisper teases you by its provoking inaudibility.