Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!

Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!

Tis said that persons living on annuities Are longer lived than others.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

I think the worst woman that ever existed would have made a man of very passable reputation -- they are all better than us and their faults such as they are must originate with ourselves.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one's right; and when one's wrong They smile still more.