Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!