Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.
Joseph AddisonThe memory is perpetually looking back when we have nothing present to entertain us. It is like those repositories in animals that are filled with food, on which they may ruminate when their present pastures fail.
Joseph AddisonThat he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel?
Joseph Addison