Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

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.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

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.