I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

The most mortifying infirmity in human nature, to feel in ourselves, or to contemplate in another, is perhaps cowardice.

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.

Man is a gaming animal.

A garden was the primitive prison, till man with Promethean felicity and boldness, luckily sinned himself out of it.

He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.