Repartee is the soul of conversation.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Repentance is but want of power to sin.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.