A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.
The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister
Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.