The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.
O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?