Presents, I often say, endear absents.

O money, money, how blindly thou hast been worshipped, and how stupidly abused! Thou are health and liberty and strength, and he that has thee may rattle his pockets at the foul fiend!

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.

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

Merit, God knows, is very little rewarded.

As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid