If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung.

I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.

This very night I am going to leave off tobacco! Surely there must be some other world in which this unconquerable purpose shall be realised.

Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?

Books which are no books.

Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!

What have I gained by health? Intolerable dullness. What by mode meals? A total blank.