Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the business for me."

It is good to have friends at court.

He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition.

Don't introduce me to that man! I want to go on hating him, and I can't hate a man whom I know.

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.

Not if I know myself at all.

Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.