When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
The propriety of thoughts and words, which are the hidden beauties of a play, are but confusedly judged in the vehemence of action.
Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.