A sort of hostile transaction, very necessary to keep the world going, but by no means a sinecure to the parties concerned.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! I thank thee, night! for thou has chased away these horrid bodements which, amidst the throng, I could not dissipate; and with the blessing of thy benign and quiet influence now will I to my couch, although to rest is almost wronging such a night as this.

They never fail who die in a great cause.

He who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him.

Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk and Water! Ye happy mixture of more happy days!

Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy