Tea! thou soft, sober, sage and venerable liquid;- thou female tongue-running, smile-smoothing, heart-opening, wink-tippling cordial, to whose glorious insipidity I owe the happiest moment of my life, let me fall prostrate.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
Oh! How many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring.
A weak invention of the Enemy.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
When we are conscious of the least comparative merit in ourselves, we should take as much care to conceal the value we set upon it, as if it were a real defect; to be elated or vain upon it is showing your money before people in want.