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

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.

The plainest case in many words entangling.

Ah! happy is the man whose early lot Hath made him master of a furnish'd cot; Who trains the vine that round his window grows, And after setting sun his garden hoes; Whose wattled pails his own enclosure shield, Who toils not daily in another's field.

The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, and can bear all things.

If my heart were not light, I would die.

A woman is seldom roused to great and courageous exertion but when something most dear to her is in immediate danger.