A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret and fling and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still, and it will die of itself.

Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence.

Life's bloomy flush was lost.

Our farmers round, well pleased with constant gain, like other farmers, flourish and complain.

With eye upraised his master's look to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man: The rich man's guardian and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end.

Experience finds few of the scenes that lively hope designs.

We cannot heal the throbbing heart till we discern the wounds within.