I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

Fills The air around with beauty.

A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty

I suppose we shall soon travel by air-vessels; make air instead of sea voyages; and at length find our way to the moon, in spite of the want of atmosphere.

In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.

Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.