Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
I am in love with the green earth.
Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
I conceive disgust at these impertinent and misbecoming familiarities inscribed upon your ordinary tombstone.
Tis the privilege of friendship to talk nonsense, and to have nonsense respected.
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.