New Year's Day is every man's birthday.

May my last breath be drawn through a pipe, and exhaled in a jest.

A man may do very well with a very little knowledge, and scarce be found out in mixed company; everybody is so much more ready to produce his own, than to call for a display of your acquisitions.

The cheerful Sabbath bells, wherever heard, Strike pleasant on the sense, most like the voice Of one, who from the far-off hills proclaims Tidings of good to Zion.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.

Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.

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.