In these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain.

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature the oldest.

Kindness like light speaks in the air it gilds.

Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.

Beside one deed of guilt, how blest is guiltless woe!

Money is a terrible blab; she will betray the secrets of her owner, whatever he do to gag her. His virtues will creep out in her whisper; his vices she will cry aloud at the top of her tongue.

Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.