May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.
Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!
He has left off reading altogether, to the great improvement of his originality.
Go where glory waits thee! But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.
The vices of some men are magnificent.