Some people have a knack of putting upon you gifts of no real value, to engage you to substantial gratitude. We thank them for nothing.

Books think for me. I can read anything which I call a book.

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!

In every thing that relates to science, I am a whole Encyclopaedia behind the rest of the world.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die.

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