I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.
Under this window in stormy weather I marry this man and woman together; Let none but Him who rules the thunder Put this man and woman asunder.
I row after health like a waterman.
Words are but wind; and learning is nothing but words; ergo, learning is nothing but wind.
Old sciences are unraveled like old stockings, by beginning at the foot.
A true critic, in the perusal of a book, is like a dog at a feast, whose thoughts and stomach are wholly set upon what the guests fling away, and consequently is apt to snarl most when there are the fewest bones.