The vices of some men are magnificent.

Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon.

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

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.'

A presentation copy, reader,-if haply you are yet innocent of such favours-is a copy of a book which does not sell, sent you by the author.

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.