I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

Science has succeeded to poetry, no less in the little walks of children than with men. Is there no possibility of averting this sore evil?

For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us.

The good things of life are not to be had singly, but come to us with a mixture; like a school-boy's holiday, with a task affixed to the tail of it.

May be the truth is, that one pipe is wholesome, two pipes toothsome, three pipes noisome, four pipes fulsome, five pipes quarrelsome; and that's the some on't.

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.