The plainest case in many words entangling.

It is so seldom that a young fellow has any inclination for the company of an old man. . .

He that will not give some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, for other's good, is a poor, frozen churl.

Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.

I can bear scorpion's stings, tread fields of fire, in frozen gulfs of cold eternal lie, be tossed aloft through tracts of endless void, but cannot live in shame.

This will be triumph! This will be happiness! Yea, that very thing, happiness, which I have been pursuing all my life, and have never yet overtaken.

Half-uttered praise is to the curious mind, as to the eye half-veiled beauty is, more precious than the whole.