Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.

Luck is the residue of design.

Danger will wink on opportunity.

To live a life half dead, a living death.

Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict.

Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.